He crossed the whole country to reach the Great West
Equipped with old trousers, a big bag and a jacket
He thinks he's an adventurer, right or wrong
He is among many others a simple gold digger
He turns all the rivers by shaking his sieve
He tracks the slightest glimmer, he even dreams about it at night
He lifts every stone to see what's underneath
He even goes so far as to search until he's drunk
He examines every grain of sand to find the nugget
He knows how to take his time, never to go too fast
When he comes home, I swear he's still looking
His eyes are radars, he's a real gold digger
It took him one fine day seeing others leave
He said to himself why not me, I could maybe get rich
And then travel the world with his backpack
Maybe in the end, that's the best gift
When he finds a little gold, for him nothing else exists
He no longer sees, no longer hears, he's like an autistic
So he wants more, he would search until his death
He is among many others a simple gold digger

I crossed the whole room to reach my little desk
Equipped with my right hand, a sheet and a pen
I think I'm a poet, maybe a real one, maybe a loser
I am among many others a simple phrase seeker
I turn all the sentences by shaking my mind
I track the slightest rhyme and I even dream about it at night
I lift every syllable to see what's underneath
I even go so far as to search until I'm drunk
I examine every word to find the right ending
I know how to take my time, patience guides my reason
Even when I leave my house, I take advantage of every opportunity
To catch some inspiration, I'm a phrase seeker
It took me little by little seeing others write
I thought to myself laying down my texts, it could make me happy
And then find the right word and put it in the right place
Maybe that's the most thrilling, the effective rhyme
When I find a good phrase, for me nothing else exists
I no longer see, no longer hear, I'm like an autistic
So I want more, I want people to remember my name
I am among many others, a simple phrase seeker

His Great West is my little desk, you see the parallel brother
And if you go to Lille, you're zero, because it happens there in your little bistro
I bet you're laughing in all the bars in Paris
But if you don't laugh and you leave in your block, forget my bet
Because if I just come to say words, you can't curse me
Even if I do neither Rimbaud nor Shakespeare, I know there's worse
I swear, breathe, I could do Britney Spears
To make you enjoy yourself even you know that's what I aspire to
I want to write lots of phrases and bring them out with a good phrasing
I want to invade you with phrases even if you feel out of phase
It's not with puns that I can say that I weigh
Even less that I can pick up Jennifer Lopez
But if you listen to me, it's already a victory
And at all costs, I will do everything to please my audience
And even if this text is not yet ecstasy
You will have understood the context, I'm a phrase seeker

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