It's time I disappear
And cause a tear
From those who find me dear
My resting place was never clear
It's time I disappear
To a place not so near
To vanish with hardly a trace
From the salty-aired place
It's time I disappear
And put to rest that fear
That I went up or down
After I had drown
It's time I disappear
And make things unclear
To the big guy
Who thought I could fly
I feel like that a lot too. Your last stanza confuses me a little, but at least it leaves something for me to think about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not for sure who the big guy is and why he thinks you can fly, but the desire to disappear is depression, poets seem to have no escape, keep feeling and writing.