Les Matins Difficiles feels like waking up on a grey Monday, placing one foot in front of the other and asking yourself, “Why am I even doing this?” Gaëtan Roussel lists everyday hurdles—late-night worries, detours we never planned, empty promises that scatter like sparks in the wind—and then stops to wonder what mysterious force keeps us all moving. Is it desire, that indispensable rush of wanting more, or is it time, the relentless clock that pushes us whether we like it or not? The lyrics swing between hiding and showing up, attaching and lying to ourselves, painting a relatable picture of human hesitation and hope.
In the end, the song is a gentle rallying cry: even on the toughest mornings, something inside us still points forward. Roussel does not serve a neat answer; instead, he invites listeners to recognize their own unseen engine—the blend of curiosity, stubbornness, and fleeting optimism that keeps life inching ahead. Listening to this track is like sipping coffee after a sleepless night: you feel both the exhaustion and the quiet thrill of another chance to figure things out.