Mr. Childhood's heart.

Oh, hello there, Mr. Childhood.

You live by the sun, you are mates with the birds.
Your life is bananas, you hear whispers through your fins.
You think of balloons, you paint dwarfs in fairytales.
You show up in parties with notorious butterfly gangs, you all sip flower coctails with gummy-melting straws till your cheeks get so rosy like blossomed flower petals.
You don't mind people, Mr. Childhood, you make friends in no time.
You sunbathe on the beach and you dream of watermelon fields.

Well, and if you can't speak Mr. Childhood, that's fine.
Stop looking at your mouth, little Mister, just look at the stars.
Take action in your hands, you need no words for that, history says.