Nathan's Version of Hamlet's Solioquy
To live or to die, that is my choice.
I wonder if it is braver to live out a life of pain,
Or whether it is acceptable to end the suffering.
To die, to sleep.
To cease.
My heart yearns to end this life.
It wishes to sleep, to dream.
What kind of dreams may come in the sleep of death?
Who would bear the burden of time in my absence?
Death certainly is not concerned with many things,
Not with tyrants, or despised love.
Not with the unfair taking, or hard sweaty work.
But I'm worried about life after death,
Because I don't know what lies on the other side.
No one can come back once they've gone.