Ascot

You bought a carousel
rotating innocence
you ride your childhood away

you pick your favorite horse
teeth bared and champing
you gallop forever turning straight

grab the reins
ride til you're in pain
ride still
with luck you'll scream the name

each passing angry face
exited countenance
there's only one of them to get straight

you pick your favorite horse
combatting for the lead
you ride your mother's fears away

scream the name
with luck your heart will still
end the pain
for now, let go the reins

"There must be more [-----]! Oh-h-h; there must be more [-----]. Oh, now, now-w! Now-w-w --- there must be more [-----]! --- more than ever! More than ever!"