One last call for recess...

One last call for recess, Uncle Sam’s Amusement,
Island of the Old South, cotton candy for all;
the last ride, THE DERAILED RIDE!
The General beckons in papier-mache, “Come on, boys.”
Hop on the merry-go-round critter cavalry,
Don’t stare at the girls, the runes are blurring
You have entered into a dreamland, “Welcome, folks...”
‘Round and round and round we will go,
We have several events tonight, several side shows

Freaks, Rapscallions, outlaws, gypsies, ragtaglios
Dead soldiers, beldame witches, lots of blood,
Ha Ha Ha Ha
And one sleight of hand
Pushing and pulling until you stand
before an X you once knew well
X marks the hidden treasure,
X marks the sign of offense,
Blessed is he who is not offended at me,

You will stand before the intersection and feel and itch
A dim recollection
Confused by a paradox,
You will be stretched
Between the call of the Father,
And a whisper of Freedom
Stuck and yet propelled to your limits
By the tension
The point is too hot
You are forced to consider the motion
Will you rise up?

Only to crash back down?
Worried, concerned about your clean suit
Your mirror image
Fragile as glass
Break on through! Break on through!
Take your Father with you to meet the Future.
Tomorrow cannot destroy Yesterday.
The fiddle plays in the back, in the dark
You walk in front, toward the light, I promise
Belief is the risk of Faith
Can you run
Will you rush
Won’t you charge
With me?