Rivage

Between the word shoreline and wreckage
There's only one letter of difference
A word towards which I must go
And another one I must avoid

To reach the destination
Concessions must be made
Forget one's irrationalities
And old demons
That remind me of her name

Between the shoreline and the wreckage
There are ageless adages
That show the paths

One so close seems unattainable
And the other, friend of confusion
Tries to take my hand

The night is long
Like an unchosen day
Life is short
Like a friendship already gone

Yet the shoreline is there
But its waters carry infinite tiny elements
That can render infirm

The wreckage is latent
And the waiting is devastating
Irony took its time
And the night is a reaper

Time can easily falsify
Past pains
Diminish its behaviors
Making them decent

The night will be long like an unchosen day
Words struggle to find their way in the meanders of oblivion

Everything comes to those who wait
Everything comes from afar to those who understand

The night mocks the kid
The tranquility in the background
I drink my glass of melancholy

The wreckage is latent
And the waiting is devastating
Irony took its time
And the night is a thief

Dark thoughts frolic
When sleep is frivolous
Tranquility in the background
I pour another glass of Gin

Not without shame
Not without pain
But without hate
I think of her again

Where is she?

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

Time takes its time
It has all the time

Perfect elasticity
Complete complexity
I make plans for the future
Thinking that tomorrow will be a party

With alcohol helping, I go to a party
Thinking it's too bad
Another life project that's gone
But I still have the whole night

And if it's my boredom sneaking out
So be it
Because there's no glory
Without going through the hopes

Despair, setbacks
Wills that have fallen
We must continue, move
Be moved and continue the transformation

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

Yet it's there, secluded
Behind a smoky veil
Yet it's there, abandoned
Clutching onto a rough past

The wreckage is latent
And the waiting is devastating
Irony took its time
And the night is a thief

It's now too late to drink
I go back home without crawling
Thanks to this app, I catch a cab
I climb the five floors and reach my bed

I collapse and then forget
In my restless sleep, I scream
I wake up from this commotion
I crush and fall back asleep, bewildered

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline

The night mocks the kid
Who wants to reach the shoreline...