The Park

This is the story of a guy named Dwight

He was sad, he was lonely and he cried every night.

He wanted to be happy and he wanted to have friends

But he wasn’t and he didn’t and he wanted it to end.

So he laid in his bed and his self-hatred and the dark

Until one day he decided he would go to the park.

At the park there was a woman. She was sitting on a swing.

And Dwight looked at her and he forgot everything.

They took off their shoes and dug their feet in the sand

The woman smiled at Dwight and said her name was Marianne.

Marianne was an actress. She would soon be in a play

Dwight just smiled and nodded. He didn’t know what to say.

Marianne liked to read and cook and sing and dance and run

And she had pet hermit crabs that really really liked the sun.

They rocked back and forth with no shoes and no socks

Dwight liked to listen and Marianne liked to talk.

Dwight went home and for the first time felt all right

He was content, if not happy, when he went to bed that night.

The next day he joined a soccer league that played close to his home

He met new people, had new fun and even scored a goal.

On the next day he made waffles for some homeless in his town

He bought clay and started sculpting. He turned his life around.

In a year, he was happy. He was loved and he had friends.

He often thought of Marianne but he never saw her again.

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