To be, or not to be, a question as old as time,
A mystery that's confounded, and yet so sublime,
For what does it mean, to simply exist,
To breathe and live, and all that is missed?

Is it to seek pleasure, and avoid all pain,
To bask in the sun, and dance in the rain,
Or is it to find purpose, a reason to strive,
To make a difference, to feel truly alive?

Perhaps it's a journey, a path to be taken,
With twists and turns, and lessons...