Setting: Small neighborhood in North Dakota, early Winter.
"Stick In The Mud"
Scott's Child play's outside during the rain season,
Covered head to toe completely decked in clothes,
There's a safe reason and he let him know,
That without a mask your face freezes.
The rain resembles ice shards and crystals,
And when the wind blows on bare skin the pain stings it.
But little Thomas just plays with the stick in the mud,
Scott watches his little son riddled with fun.
Thomas giggles and runs, life seems simple to love.
Scott just smiles, then turns his back for a second,
To prepare supper but Thomas lacks the attention.
Thomas run around front, pounds to the street,
Tossed his stick across, Scott here's the sound of a jeep.
He looks out back, his son is missing,
Looks around front and sees his son running quickly,
His heart pounds like a drum, bumping tensely.
His eyes dart down the street, seeing the car,
Darting off quick, he's gonna try beating the odds.
His son looks straight in the headlights,
Scott dives right into Thomas, only to stare in his dead eyes.
The car hit them both, but Thomas killed on impact,
Scott looks down, his vision went black.
Thomas looks at mom, then turns to his dad,
"I can't believe it's been ten years since he was hurt in the crash"
Thomas didn't really die when he was struck in the road,
Hospitalized that night just having to recover some bones.
But Scott, was dealt with severe brain damage,
His thoughts replays the event since it stays active.
Everyday, same event, Thomas living and young,
Forever stuck in limbo, with the stick in the mud.