Feeling tired of living, bored beyond tomorrow with daily
routines, only wanting to live innocently dangerous.
Looking for adventure, daring to look death in the face,
unafraid of what he might do to me.
Knowing that if I should succumb with my final breath,
life will continue on another plain, in heaven.
Having already been there in the past when death had tried
to take life away from my being and it was brought back to
me through modern technology and life support.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem