Shakespeare in the workshop player.

To be, or not to be. To fight, or let it bleed. To stand, or fall asleep.

To live means pain, means scars in the mind, Means standing still while the clock unwinds. Every breath feels heavy with doubt, Every thought a war trying to break out.

Do I endure what the world throws back, Every cheap shot, every verbal attack? Or do I rise, take arms in the storm, Fight the flood just to feel reborn?

Sleep sounds sweet when the soul is tired, Dreams feel warm when the hope is wired. But what comes after when the lights go low? That fear right there: that's what we don't know.

To be, or not to be. To fight, or let it bleed. To stand, or fall asleep. To be, or not to be.

To be, or not to be. To be, or not to be. To be, or not to be. To be.

Conscience makes cowards of the brave, Turns sharp decisions into waves. Thoughts pile up, momentum dies, Action freezes while the moment flies.

We overthink till the nerve decays, Big intentions rot in delays. What could've moved the world one night Gets buried under "maybe", "might".

Fear paints shadows bigger than truth, Kills the edge, steals the youth. We pause, we wait, we hesitate, Till choice itself disintegrates.

To be, or not to be. To fight, or let it bleed. To stand, or fall asleep. To be, or not to be.

To be, or not to be. To be, or not to be. To be, or not to be. To be.

What dreams may come when we shut our eyes, When the noise goes dark, when the ego dies? That unknown keeps the blade at bay, Makes us suffer now instead of change.

But living scared is a quiet death, A borrowed heartbeat, a wasted breath. The question burns, it never leaves, It asks for courage, not relief.

I won't let fear write my final page, I won't trade silence for a safer cage. Pain is honest, numb is fake, I'd rather break than never shake.

This life's a question with no excuse, No pause button, no truce. If choice defines what we become, Then choosing being is how I run.

To be, or not to be. I choose breath, I choose me. No sleepwalk life, no quiet plea. To be, I choose to be.

To be, I choose to be. To be, I choose to be. To be, I choose to be. To be.

The question stays. The answer: "move".