Lamerre Lucie Poems
Arriving At Death Safely
I want my life to be an adventure;
No plan, no scadual, no restriction.
Let me the freedom of choosing
Minute by minute which road's the best for me,
While not letting me fall into the trap
Of a predestined and safe existence
Created by those who do not follow their dreams
Too scared to face what they do not expect
And bored to death in their neat homes.
There's no point in making sure to arrive at death safely.
There! Do you see it?
The lighthouse calling us far away in the blizzard,
Showing us the way back home, after such a long journey.
You are sad and tired, Seaman;
Your face is all covered in rain,
Your cheeks pale, your head down.
The light of the lighthouse