My probability theory

I am once again convinced of the "Theory of my probability" - opening your Door to others, you are waiting for nothing but trouble...
 
   & nbsp;Sharing the nectar of the Soul, fly away from It throwing off the shackles,
 And when you Wake up with an awl in your back, you lock the steel bolts...
 
   But childishly hoping that there are, the Souls of those in whom there will be no doubt,
 I RUB the peephole again, standing in the gloom of apprehension...
 
   & nbsp;I have been Wrong more than once in my life, because of temporary beliefs,
     And in a peephole did not see knives, from optical distortions...
 
   But I'm not hiding myself behind armor and a bolted door,
 Would not fill my fire, it has a special purpose !
 
 It will warm all those who are in tune with my Soul.,
 And the blazing Path will light up,
 On which no one will get tired!
 
 And Hope that to help me out , dispersing the fog of nostalgia,
 Even the wounded sometimes without strength, smiling leads to the eye...