When I think I’m out of it;
And think waving to it,
And think myself out of the pit,
And of me flying away like a kite
The voice calls me,
You aren’t gonna be away from me,
You aren’t nowhere near away from me,
You are lying below my knees,
We are like dolphins and seas,
When I let you go my dear,
You sh’ll no more breath”
And I carry myself back to it,
And say “that was stupid of me”
But all they see in me
‘A dead shark in the sea’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
of me flying away like a kite The voice calls me, You aren’t gonna be away from me, very interesting poem dear poet. thank u for your original thinking. tony