Admit it, it will never enough

Admit, study is not my cup of tea. I never even go near it.
Why do I chose this place to stay? When I knew I do not fit.
Cause I knew my ruin future, if I follow my heart goes.
Predict of the future, predict for my life. I can predict but knowing.

Where is my force? Push me up,  deny to be somewhere down.
Deep in my heart. Find it out, before the rising sun comes up.
Is that all? Keep it up, never ever feel enough.
Enough maybe? The sun is up, the deadline reached, chance has gone.

-Ryu

"To be, or not to be, aye there's the point,
To Die, to sleep, is that all? Aye all:
No, to sleep, to dream, aye marry there it goes,
For in that dream of death, when we awake,
And borne before an everlasting Judge,
From whence no passenger ever returned,
The undiscovered country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damned.
But for this, the joyful hope of this,
Who'd bear the scorns and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich cursed of the poor?
The widow being oppressed, the orphan wronged,
The taste of hunger, or a tyrant's reign,
And thousand more calamities besides,
To grunt and sweat under this weary life,
When that he may his full Quietus make,
With a bare bodkin, who would this endure,
But for a hope of something after death?
Which puzzles the brain, and doth confound the sense,
Which makes us rather bear those evils we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Aye that, O this conscience makes cowards of us all,
Lady in thy orisons, be all my sins remembered."

-William Shakespeare