How to BE

Like a swag,
(not the acronym, I apologize)
Suspended,
Between the two,

"To be                                                                           or not to be"

And passably close,
To the third mordant leg,

                             "In any case, where to be"

My sensibilities did conk out!

And I could be seen,
Reasoning and hunting for asylum, 
From the tyranny of an overwrought 'I'...

I was vamoosing the bedlam,
When a signpost swished by,

ﻛُﻞُّ ﻧَﻔْﺲٍ ﺫَﺁﺋِﻘَﺔُ ﺍﻟْﻤَﻮْﺕِ*
(every soul shall have a taste of death)

And I pulled up,
Tyres screeching,
In rhythm with my soil,

                

                    "Why to be, O' tell me, how not to be"

i asked.

* The verse from the Quran