Carousel - Balboa

The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce

A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart

History sits in holding pattern

As vultures circle our carcass

Pinned down I can’t touch you

Like tableaux in wax that won’t melt

Turn around and turn to stone

This mistake cost me a lifetime

Heave into yourself

Breathe out my life

What catastrophic mediocrity

What you are I once was

What I am now you will be

So proud of the bloody roots

Of this rhythm