“To be or not to be” …
Is not my question.
I choose “to be”
And live with what I have.
My question’s deeper,
Kind of lonely sinner
Would like to have,
But chooses not to try.
I ask for love, for hope,
For smile for lonely reader.
I hope of joy, of sun
And moon in life.
I beg for people pleasers
Running up late seekers
To ask for all of people
Simply to enjoy.
I sleep with thoughts
That one day lonely sinner
May dream of soul so pure
That lights up grim night sky.
I have to ask someone to be
My own soul reader…
And that is all my question
Rightly seems to be.
To be
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