Paint My Spirit Gold

Day in and Day out I wake up and fall into the same routine, and once I actually did something for myself. I read a lot. I fell in love with the legends again that use to haunt my memories when I was just a child. My mother always used to tell me I had the heart of a 5 year old, maybe it's because I do remember being five. I remember the feeling of flying, the feeling of believing and loving. Now it fades away from time to time, it gets harder and harder to remember childhood because every day we grow up.