Carnival LIfe

Happy marmalade days in yellow submarine skies.

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