To be, or not to be....(modern)

To live, or to die, which is better:
Do others believe it's more honorable to suffer
The obstacles and struggles this life offers
Or to change one's path in today's troubles,
By taking their own life.  To die--to sleep--
Never more; and by this is to kill
The pain, and life's misery
That everyone is bound to endure.  Death is but a wish
Only to be dreamt of.  To die--to sleep.
To sleep--in hope of dreaming: but, there's the catch!
When dead there will be no dreams
But also more mortal troubles,
Must give us time.  There's the respect
That makes the struggles of life so long lived.
Why would anyone want to endure the pain and heartache of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's humiliation,
The pains of hated love, the natural pause,
The rudeness of officials, and the rejects
That calm merit of the unworthy takes,
That he himself might his release make
With a razor blade?  Who would bare these burdens,
To work and struggle under a dreaded life,
But that is the dread of something after death--
The unknown terrain, from which
No traveller returns--confuses the mind,
In return makes us want to endure the pains we have
Then go places we are unsure of?
But over thinking makes cowards of us all,
And thus the actuality of acting
Is covered by the shadows of thought,
And components of the moments
with this concern their thoughts turn awry
And forget about action.--Oh!  There you are!
Beautiful Ophelia!--Goddess, in my prayers
Forgive me.