These days, I must admit I feel invincible But all itd take to make me fall, would be a small infection And youd see me crawl, as helpless as an infant Yet more whiny and complaining, and a lot less entertaining As Id curse my fate, who took away My strength, my plans and precious pride Rightfully mine, Id say, convinced that I had somehow earned them But if the only other option here, would be a life in fear to activate my fantasy Find every mightbetragedy and every possibility, disasters would occur I think Id rather stay right here. Id stick to naivity, my childlike positivity An arrogant approach to this miraculous, great mystery This gift that has been given me without me even asking
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