Climbing the Stalls
A faint glimmer, a funhouse in the dark
Refracts it a million times over
Spark of hope, you beautiful thing
Shine through hallowed halls
Shine through hallowed halls
but in the spinning hallway
Shine through hallowed halls
a gerbil runs the circuit
Shine through hallowed halls
knowing that this funhouse
Shine through hallowed halls
will soon become its grave
Shine through hallowed halls
The clown will wake the circus
With a calliope's lullaby
As their makeup sets and stains
And they fight the urge to cry
Blue tear tracks, a funny face
A corn dog wrapper awry in the wind
Overturned trashcan, whack a mole mallets
A dying goldfish's fins
A speck of hope on this forgotten midway
An inch could go a mile
Let it refract but don't run into the wall
Lest you retire in painted smiles