The Carnival

I’m walking through the carnival.
The lights are too bright.
The calliope is too loud.
Clouds of smoke float by.

I hold my head high.
The night is not old yet.
Now that the sky is dark,
I can see the fireworks sparkle.

I hear smooth music start.
A running crowd draws near.
I follow the strange people.
Then I see an old friend.

My loneliness fades away quickly.
I speak to my companion.
We return to the carnival.
I’m keeping my plans open.

William Wayne Smith


The Grand Damme by Poppy (CC-BY-NC-ND 2.0)

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