They once preached to me the folly of desires
Whispered in my ears words of caution
Against these evil and consuming entrapments.
But I, with the immortality of youth
And bursting invincibility of optimism,
Took the one last step and rose into the sky.
Sweet heavens don me freedom above gravity
To float above all clouds and reality.
Oh I, winged angel, will never walk like a man again.
Till the end of the world came and shattered my dreams
Winged angel does not all encompass and conquer
These frail feet, trapped to the ground by invisible threads
Oh, how can I, mere mortal, fly like an angel again.
it gets somewhat messy towards the end, lost it. but i hope you get the drift. the ‘invincibility of optimism’ and ‘immortality of youth’.