And during those sweet summertime's from two years old to seventeen, I treasured swimming, also fishing, then investigating all kinds of many interesting things I found, while rolling over in the graceful four leaf clover, and bravely climbing through the grey caves.
So needing things to change, here are some more questions you need to answer today.
Does dying inside mean we can no longer be alive?
Does growing up mean we will never chase butterflies, fish, or swim?
Does losing your soul to the world.... since you will no longer allow yourself to play, pray, praise, run, be happy, wild, free, or dream while going along your way.....mean that your sweet summer sunrises are just a waste of time?