To be or not to be

To die or to live, that is the question.
Is it more acceptable to endure suffering,
the treacheries of living?
Or to do something about all of your troubles
and do something to end them, to die, to sleep never again?
But really sleep is how your life ends.
The heartache and other thousand things of suffering
that people are made to endure, is it an ultimate goal
to honestly want to die?
To die and maybe dream? That is the problem.
Because when you die, what would you dream
when you have died?
Gives you second thought, there's the catch
that makes you live out a life of hardships.
Who would you endure these pains of living for?
The enforcers are wrong, the proud man's humiliation
the pains of hated love, that delays
the arrogance of officials, and the scorn
that takes away the honor of the unworthy.
When he himself might kill himself.
With a dagger? Who would bear these burdens.
To grin and bear an undesirable life.
But the fear of something after death.
The undiscovered land, a boundary for all
from which no human returns, puzzles the mind
and is the reason we endure the hardships we have
rather then venture into ones we don't know about.
These thoughts make cowards of us all,
therefore the only solution to this problem
is to do nothing other then think,
and because of this, plans are put off,
and are no longer action!