and it's ok.

Sometimes, most of the times, I am just that,

oblivious and unpolished.

I don't wish for it to be any different. 

Traveling, wine, arts...those things are not for me,

to insist would make me fraudulent.

The heels, the nail shops, the clothes I don, 

they're all really nice, nice indeed.

But a good book, a shot of cognac, sports on tv, 

that is my comfort, that's enough, enough for me.