I don’t know fancy flowing words nor like to pretend to know much.
I don’t speak with eloquence or with words of old English.
I fancy myself with small pleasures that you might not understand,
but the fact is I don’t like to pretend to know much.
We can talk about logistics, politics or maybe religion,
but I pretend to know nothing just to listen to your voice
which has no reasoning or accordance.
I will listen to your voice that has no impact, nor will ever save a soul,
but I don’t like to pretend to know much.
While you listen to your self talk, I travel far away.
A place where conversations are simple, reasoning is obsolete
and words are spoken with coffee, not tea.
I don’t speak your perfect words and you might not understand my flow.
My accent is sharp often mocked, my idioms are funny and my gestures difficult to follow,
but at least I don’t pretend to know much.
As for those who really don’t know a fuck, stop pretending you know all.