It isn't win. At all. There's just desires.
And nothing broke their souls, It seems to me,
I'm just extraction, chance, without fire.
But I don't wanna be effortless, tame...
And once thrown glance or random gesture, phrases,
They're not my own merits, I'm just on time.
I even hope for more and wait like crazy.
I can not find support, that makes me run.
Perhaps, my instinct is to be nice bait, rely on presage,
My fate's to use the possibilities, no matter whose.
I chant my freedom, but sometimes I need a master.
I am a cat with only one life, often lose.