These days, I must admit I feel invincible But all it'd take to make me fall, would be a small infection And you'd see me crawl, as helpless as an infant Yet more whiny and complaining, and a lot less entertaining As I'd curse my fate, who took away My strength, my plans and precious pride - Rightfully mine, I'd 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 might-be-tragedy and every possibility, disasters would occur I think I'd rather stay right here. - I'd 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