It's not intentional -
I'm just a boat with no anchor.
A ship lost at sea.
And when I find a port
I take on the culture,
Become part of the landscape,
Till I'm no longer new and interesting
But bland and ordinary.
The pirate becomes pedestrian.
And so she loses interest
And I set off again
To find another dock
In another harbor
In another sea
With another background
To blend in to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem