How do you find your way to the harbor,
And how do you spot the rocky shoreline?
When clouds cover stars, you’ll be in danger,
Perhaps you won’t survive without my sign.
I’m going to turn off the lights this night,
My lighthouse won’t help the well-known sailor.
Your sailboat will shatter without moonlight
And cast you into dark, icy water.
This night your life depends on my lighthouse,
I’ll switch it off or just the opposite…
Everything is still up to you, of course.
To be or not… you may ask like Hamlet…