Hath questioned we all, to be or nay, For to be's, a dare to which hardships face, To battle'st what demons bred day and day, The blood 'oth our guards we inevitably taste, In hopes dreaded will may hone value some day... And for nay, a cowardly escape, yet speaks of ease, Yet alas ar'th we scare greater by nays than be's.
A poem on living burdens yet we still fear the alternative - death.