Young dumb thrill

I was only in it for the moment / Amalia, Sebastien & me

They popped for joy / I jumped to find the thrill in their eyes

Bounces for freedom felt only through their gaze

Fire crackling feet meet hyenic shrills of young dumb fun

popping plastic in the empty room no one ever slept in

“Koté Papi?” zooms in a thought, before a pop kills it.

“Koté Papi” in Haitian Creole translates to “where is Papi?” in English.