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.