All of life is a carnival,
a noisy, colorful rise of flesh
Bring bright reds, yellows and greens
Be seen from the sky by a king or a queen

Noises mix, from ears to feet
shaking with the planet’s beat
Visions of nakedness, color and heat
A crowd has arrived, and the crowd wants meat

Don’t stop now, follow the music
Dance, dance until night turns to day
Feel the touch, feel the power
Everyone wants to play


- JW Marsh