Taken from Wm. Shakespeare's Hamlet
. The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Of course, it's Trek inspired, but I wrote this, thinking today. The last line came to me before I began to write it. Maybe I'm weird or something, but. . .I don't feel this is really poetic. It's more like I'm demanding something out of myself.
It scares me slightly. Am I changing?