A Young Boy
A young boy in the park,
Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Trees with rippled bark,
Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Trees with rippled bark,
Families walking down the dirt track,
Swipe. Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Trees with rippled bark,
Families walking down the dirt track,
The dirt track turns to black,
Swipe. Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Trees with rippled bark,
Families walking down the dirt track,
The dirt track turns to black,
Trees with gnarled branches,
Swipe. Swipe.
A young boy in the park,
Warm sunshine on his back,
Trees with rippled bark,
Families walking down the dirt track,
The dirt track turns to black,
Trees with gnarled branches,
Now the moonlight dances,
Swipe.
Swipe.
Swipe.
Swipe.
A dead boy in the park.
Don't be the dead boy in the park,
Don't keep swiping,
It's death we are all fighting.
I'm not the dead boy in the park.
I'm not the one who keeps swiping.
I'm the boy who can't stop typing.
The boy who won't stop writing.