On the Carousel:
I've been here before
Once
Five times
Perpetually
An ouroboros
Swallowing the lessons
To be recycled
Tomorrow
Next year
Maybe in three days
It's a rhythm
I didn't think he'd dance
Never intended to teach him
The way I taught his predecessors
The way
No one taught me
To tiptoe past landmines
I send him to battle
Again and again
Asking him
Again and again
Pleading
Again and again
This carousel creeps
He doesn't budge
Doesn't flinch
I'm not strong enough to push
Not strong enough to jump
Around we go again