Just a translation of a thing I once wrote and still find relatable. It does sound better in russian, but whatever

The bars of this cage are a ladder

These steps when in place form a cage.

My world doesn’t have any base

And it’s both a cure and a curse.

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I’m not looking for a ford to cross the water -

I choose to walk on the surface.

And I dream of building a raft

Under my feet, to be certain.

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I can be either above or under,

And I hope to stay on the level.

Both Heaven and Hell cause my disgrace, utter,

And I have this only one dream:

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That I can believe in you and myself,

That the world will stop shaking

That I will trust in the dream I have

And learn how to smile without teeth.

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I’m afraid like fire, and don’t let me deserve

The special treatment.

I don’t need any concessions, I want to live,

And quietly sink into oblivion.