Into the land

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A place where conversations are simple, reasoning is obsolete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.