To be or no to be, I think therefore I am
All these opinions begging for my hand
I do, I don’t, I have no clue
I trust, I want, I look for you
I think and think and then think some more
From partner to person to pretence to whore
Yet here I am still considering this
The moral repose behind our last kiss
As if it were reality, solid and known
Inside my cave the shadows are shown
The objects still vague, a mystery to me
I think therefore I am, to be or not to be?