Glued underneath the cracks

There is still a fighter within me.
Like a volcano that sparks waiting to erupt and pour heated lava upon a chaotic city.
Instead this flame is taken out on all the innocent people only wanting satisfaction.
Like a bear searching that's lost his way from home the cave again and again.
Give me a map beautiful lady and help me find my way in.
Second or lower have things ever been first with the intention to win?
Stuck in and underneath some deep crack with an upward view.
How can I now in the moment be so grateful?
Selfish some of us are.
Promise made to no one yet but to myself I'll be better.
Not a TV, not a movie, no need for thinking over dramatic.