L'equilibriste

I made love to my neuroses
I laid them out on the page
Upside down
It's a verse that I compose

But put together
It's pretty but it's blurry

They give their opinion on the matter
They say it doesn't make sense
It's pretty but it's blurry
We don't care about rhymes

I'm afraid of forcing the prose too much
I don't know how to talk about everything

I would have liked to be a rapper
Or a computer musician
A gold record in less than an hour
My face big and in color

They say I'm too normal
It's sexier to be a bit trashy
A real thug
Making poems with dirt

A matter of taste
It's pretty when it's blurry

I don't care if we're lost
Do we really have to understand everything?
It's pretty when it's blurry
But it's not worth a penny

Because we always prefer scandals
To far-fetched stories

I have an integrity problem
I would like to go from indie to the airwaves
Step out of the shadows
Raise my glass to my successes

My picture everywhere
I wouldn't want to appear blurry

Looking from the top of the summit
Making money and enemies
I wouldn't want to appear blurry
For the interviews

When I've sold all my regrets
For fame and a few pebbles