I pass by the empty lot and look back to what had been once there.
On months of festivity, in this town I call home;
they plant their feet and bring joy every year, for four long months.
I pass by the empty lot and relish the laughter.
Relive the adrenaline rush; feel the natural high.
Every year, I wait for their glorious return.
I pass by the empty lot and smile.
For this yet again, adds to my already existing long list of childish bliss.
At 18, I am redeemed by cotton candies, cheap popcorn, helium balloons and majestic structures.
I pass by the empty lot and my eyes would grow wide;
They are back from their hibernating silence.
Back from another town where they have brought forth joy, which I knew very well.
I get there with my comrade and giggle our way in.
Being the adult kids that we were, and would always be.
Entering the realm of cheap and ordinary heavenly bliss.
For the night, the world becomes surreal.
You embrace death and life; joy and fear;
On those structures, we are minute mortals with our lives on the hands of topless men.
And even as we leave with empty pockets,
We always feel good because we have renewed souls.
I have satisfied the kid in me; I have satisfied my heart.
In two months or so, I would pass by that place and it'd be empty again.
But nonetheless, it's all good. For there are more souls out there who, like myself, await for their return.
For the solace that they bring, for the happiness that they plague us with.
Thankful. I am.
Happy. I am.
CARNIVAL. Welcome back.
^_____________________^
On months of festivity, in this town I call home;
they plant their feet and bring joy every year, for four long months.
I pass by the empty lot and relish the laughter.
Relive the adrenaline rush; feel the natural high.
Every year, I wait for their glorious return.
I pass by the empty lot and smile.
For this yet again, adds to my already existing long list of childish bliss.
At 18, I am redeemed by cotton candies, cheap popcorn, helium balloons and majestic structures.
I pass by the empty lot and my eyes would grow wide;
They are back from their hibernating silence.
Back from another town where they have brought forth joy, which I knew very well.
I get there with my comrade and giggle our way in.
Being the adult kids that we were, and would always be.
Entering the realm of cheap and ordinary heavenly bliss.
For the night, the world becomes surreal.
You embrace death and life; joy and fear;
On those structures, we are minute mortals with our lives on the hands of topless men.
And even as we leave with empty pockets,
We always feel good because we have renewed souls.
I have satisfied the kid in me; I have satisfied my heart.
In two months or so, I would pass by that place and it'd be empty again.
But nonetheless, it's all good. For there are more souls out there who, like myself, await for their return.
For the solace that they bring, for the happiness that they plague us with.
Thankful. I am.
Happy. I am.
CARNIVAL. Welcome back.
^_____________________^
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