A poem full of confusion...
To be or not to be?! was always the question... Lots of missing variables, it is a complicated equation. Say yes or no, it doesn't really matter... She kept holding the glass, but it was to shatter. They called her 'Cynical'..that she always cried! But all her efforts were in vain, whatever she tried. Right or wrong, there is never a correct answer... It was just that..it was summer and she was a rain dancer! Life went on and she kept wondering how? Truth is everything's planned, be it then or now!