Here is a monologue to be conducted by Hamlet the Junior, a character with which I have been planning to re-write Hamlet.

I don’t want to exist. No, at least
not in this form, not as the being
I am now.

But I would not prefer
to not exist either
I wish I could be
what is unlike me, the other.

Oh, how happy I would be
if my body was an eternal cloud
to oversee time and attend Caesar
While he is talking to himself
Unaware that Cleopatra is near.

Look at the victor of death
still in the middle of a desert,
and his image better
               than a sphinx in magnificence
yet a void is growing in his heart
his heart, which tamed River Nile.
               Who am I then, who am I then,
                                  who am I
                     to wish what couldn’t be done by this master?