Parade fest.

Somewhere in the dark,
The tranquillity that death had made,
Becomes disturbed by the bell,
Shouting it’s bouncing song.

The sky is deep black
Soaked with blue,
Stars are the words filled in
In heavens book.

Under the booklet of the roof,
Small lights hang on a small rope,
An exploding balloon scares a brown cat,
A sultrily smell could really fly trough the air,

Music comes out of the wood,
Voices are cheering love,
Fire flies try to avoid
All the fractions of light shining trough the trees,

Imagining yourself out of there,
Freed inside your mind,
Becoming wild,
And a dance with your instinct,

Everything becomes dark red,
Flashes of happiness appear,
You feel your mind singing,
Ecstasy is what you hear,

A crowd passes your lost mind,
Cheering your own foolishness,
Floating between beams and candy,
Riding the little tricycle on the highway.