Headphones in, mouth full of strife
Can't be bothered to explain the story of my life
To random strangers who only heard a rumor
Growing to the state of a cancerous tumor
Too loud to be ignored, too quiet to listen to
Because those stories sound like something I'd do
Ask me about, and I'll deny it
But I know the spreading won't quit
Because it makes perfect sense to tell lies
Ever so confusing to the very wise
Why people have the need to spread the tales
Of a ship that has never even sailed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem