Carnival Life

Carnivals lift off the ground in miracle atmospheres There the circus comes with orange suns explosions Colorful bright lights expanding cotton candy strands Fun is born on trumpet horns above the celebration Feathered clouds turn fluffy on the pounding drums That run one thousand miles in all directions up Marmalade is more than a parade worth marching in In fact it is a way of life worth spreading on a bun Or taken on a kaleidoscopic picnic trip to heaven Where food is protected by the first amendment In morning a fleet of yellow submarines drift in serenity Ballooning up on skies that come alive with children smiles A backdrop fabricated in the mind surviving on a fantasy Pink is manufactured on the wind in a whim of carousels Painted wooden horses come in colors somewhat abstract Moving up and down on silver poles invented left and right For going only in one direction circular in motion Circular in nature for the occasion of the day It is the law as carried on judicial winds of history Still grounded in legal principles not founded yet Moving up and down but mostly up for happiness For fun, for mysteries On carousels, at carnivals, in yellow submarines That we are living in