For this the life I must submit a way,
You cannot bring and cannot take your mind
But what existence of a soul you say
But adventure, intrigue, are sure to find.
A way to be is thus set forth, declared
As fifty old compile just the same
They tell you all to go and be not scared
But Hell be thine if right you do not gain
Time well spent is not ours to choose but well
What is true on one may not be thus on two
Whether it is man you fear, God or Hell
kaleidoscopes insist on changing hue.
As each man once here then gone must he be
Not mine to say yea nay whilst he was free.
Yeah, my first attempt at a shakespearean sonnet. It seems that ambiguity comes with the territory.
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