Lyric

I don't write to please, I write to understand

To give meaning to what I can't defend

I often wonder if it's me who has changed

Or if it's the world that has stopped listening

Sometimes I don't know if it's the earth that trembles or my soul that is weary

If it's life that wears me down or my dreams that are spiraling out of control

Why do we always run, without knowing where we're going?

And why do I feel alone even when I'm among you?

I'm not made to conform

Nor to smile when everything is falling apart

I keep my anger and my silences

Like proof of my existence

I'm not wise, but sincere

Not docile, just... whole

I carry my flaws like identity cards

Is being strong about knowing how to hide them?

Or, on the contrary, about showing them without pride or shame

Like a cracked piece of sky we face head-on

I often wonder: what does it mean to "succeed in life"?

To accumulate or to feel? (To shine or to choose?)

And what if love wasn't about finding each other

But about daring to lose each other without judgment?

My dreams are a little bruised

And my heart is always ready to break

In the noise, I search for the echo

Of a world less fake, less excessive

I'm not perfect, I'm "alive."

And that's already a... blessing

In this world where we scroll more than we listen

Where beauty is liked, where sorrow is repressed

Are we still living, or are we just playing a role?

Are we truly moving forward, or just controlling?

We want authenticity without the effort

We want meaning without the pain

But how can we love the light

If we've never known fear?

So I write for those who doubt

For those who search without compass or path

For those who still wonder:

“What does it truly mean to exist?”

“What does it mean to succeed without lying to ourselves?”

“And when do we begin to live?”

I don't know where life is leading me

But I want it intense, not lukewarm

And if I have to fall to understand

Then I want to fall without surrendering

I'm not made to lie

I'm made to feel

To doubt, to question

And never to freeze

Because deep down, maybe that's what

Being alive is:

Searching without ever finding

But continuing to hope