Wes Anderson

I'm at an old-timey carnival. I won the buffalo prize. Listen to the sighs of all the Balloons that rise, helium Goodbyes. Many years be, but still we Completely forget The riches, the glories, the Fables, the stories, the Rest. How good of you to come upside down. You're wasting me on the ground. They're tearing the big circus down. They'll pack up and move out of Town. People are pushing out lanterns. They make many holes in the sky. And with those candy girls on blue to The side, caramel Eyes. They swung through the Branches, bent Right through the fig tree's Head. Then came the perfume Tents selling their vials Of scent. And I got no money. Still they can't stop me From Breathing in their words. Circumvent their stares. I'd go on my way, Deaf to what they Say. I'm At an old-timey carnival. I won the buffalo Prize.