I am in two minds
to do or not to do
an Hamletian one.
I call, listen, read, hear,
as faculties turn sharp.
my heart disallows.
What to do? How to go?
I cannot afford to be rash
nor become a sponge.
I remain helpless
like a boat struggling
in the violent current.
The fever subsides,
I decide to traverse
the path least approved.
Hamlet within me
escapes fast, knowing
I am strong.