Not to be…

not to be

I’ve lived.

I’ve died.

I’ve lived again.

I don’t see it.

The rain stays the same.

It pours, it drizzles, it enchants and disappoints.

The people, they don’t change.

They cry, they laugh, they pretend to.

Like clockwork-

All regular, all proper, all very appropriate…

Me?

I don’t know, although-

I’ve always wondered…

Why bother?

To be or not to be?

Who cares?

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