A man in the cage

I am halfway through with my life.
Just like not a sharp knife,
I neglect common sense and I strive.

I'm a very unserious case.
Just like recognizable face
in the crowd, which you don't chase.

I am good in too many spheres.
Like a rocket. But it appears
that I'm not really able to steer.

I was one with too many rights.
Just like you. For too many nights
I have lived avoiding all fights.

Today I began to see clearly.
And the thought of a fight doesn't fear me.
But my life will not change:
I'm a man in the cage.
Or at least I just hope it sincerely.

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Предыдущий: БУВА
Следующий: Баба