I recognize you by your frizzy hair,
By the way you walk, the way you dress
by your eyes, wide open like those comic books you read
by how you think you have more flaws than qualities
by the invisible you wear every morning
by your front teeth with which you bite all your pencils
your shoulders hunched by the weight of expectations
as if you carried them in a shopping bag
and by your shyness that doesn't help you hide because the veil is too short
by how you blush and protect yourself from the embarassment raining down on you
with a smile stretched like a broken umbrella
If I could break the screen of time
I'd give you the inconsistency of others' scorn
I know we're as present as we are distant
I know too well how you feel and I know how wrong you are, trust me
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
Looking down, you're looking for a reason to take another step
But there's captain hook behind you, and in front of you the white shark
and you isolate yourself when everyone else forms their packs
You feel free but you're dropping your anchor
All harnessed, the warlord's horses
Your sweaters are torn, tacky and too casual
You were born in the south but sadly all you see around you is snow and cold, like a Yeti
Life is a movie theatre so you don't speak
Your bottles don't have any message
Whoever says the world is beautiful hasn't seen what you've created for yourself to stay in it
You stay silent, no opinions
your ceiling, planets and stars
head-first in your state of uncertainty, caught up in your thoughts,
you keep going in your maze without walls
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
We're identical, we astral travel with our head in our hands
we have planetariums in our parietal bones
We're exactly the same, it's not like we're related
only calendars keep us apart
Go on, left heel in
Charon, straight towards hell
Long races, bitten nails, bad moods
A few nights vanished in a shaky sleep
Then the fire
If I could show myself to you as a ghost, I'd do it now
But I would scare you because I'd be the ghost of myself
And you would tell me: "Everything's fine
But from what I can see, for you it's the opposite
I survived the woods and defeated the orc
Leave me be, make an effort and take the cosmos
And don't be scared, because"
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
a key, a key, a key, a key