I’m standing there with a coffee in my left hand, and a rubber duck in the right — don’t ask why, I don’t know either. A man with sunglasses at midnight asks me if I’ve seen the moon dance. I tell him: “Maybe… depends on the rhythm.” The bench laughs. Or maybe that was just the wind. In the park where the shadows play, silver lights turn the night to day. Every heartbeat feels so loud, I walk alone through the silent crowd. Footsteps echo, soft and near, something whispering in my ear. “Take the moment, break the dark, find your fire… in the park.” And suddenly a squirrel stops me — no joke — looks at me like it’s judging my life choices. A jogger sprints backward. A fountain sings off-key. And somewhere behind the trees someone shouts, “I lost my future! Has anyone seen my future!?” I raise my hand and say: “Check behind the carousel.” In the paaaaark, where the night begins to glow… In the paaaaark, every secret starts to show… Hold on tight, ’cause the world will spark — when you find your light in the paaaaark. Oh-oh-oh, in the park… Oh-oh-oh, in the park… A melody that meets the dark — and turns it bright in the park.
