Stuck in a cage

I made a cage out of myself and sat on its corner of loneliness , thinking about the outside world, the passion, the life, about the real existence. But I'm not even enough for myself, how can I be ready for you, how can I find a way to you ? I have to find a way , I have to get out of this small room so that I may find a sign from you , a sign from your laughters from your dances. I must be real again, perhaps I'll be free this time , maybe you’ll find my shadow again… by 'Fx'