What did ya say, to fly?

To be, or not to be, aye there's the point,
To Die, to sleep, is that all?  Aye all
(William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (First Quarto)
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Aye,
there's the point: to be or not to be?
To fly or always snail,
to crawl likewise a slimy worm?

To eat, to propagate, to bear, to endure;
to sleep, to make some money;
then to exchange it for some food,
some drink and some deficient love;
to sleep again; to eat, to propagate...

and finally to die
in vain and bitter pain.

And is that all? Aye, all.
A dire straits, a fortune of despair.

But there might be a slight illusive chance
to find a faintest light,
to get a bit immortal,
to fly, to crawl no more,
to fly upwards the sky,
to touch free vagrant clouds,
to feel the wind's harsh hand,
to soar as high as hover birds of prey

and finally
to die!

To die without a shade of fear,
without a slightest doubt.
With smile and light in shining eyes,
to go, because you've touched the sky.
Complete your life and die.

That's why I paraglide -
to fly before to die.


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Pavel Nichkov
March 6, 2013
A critique is welcome