My thoughts run faster than my speech—
And there are cold shoulders everywhere.
A penny for your thoughts?
I’d speak for free.
If I learned their language, I could be heard.
I could turn a blind eye,
To what is really happening here.
It would be easy, but
The words would taste of hypocrisy.
Wherever I go, there will be
More many languages to learn.
I’d rather continue talking to
Cold shoulders, than learn a speech
That wasn’t my own.