The world’s a marketplace; a din –
The clamor and cacophony,
Persistent change and novelty,
That we all live within —
Within the noise and din.
The world’s a marketplace, and we
Are never really settled in;
We stop, and then begin again,
In bedlam, dressed like anarchy,
We’re both restrained and free.
We seek a temporary space
To buy some hope – a word, a kiss —
Our booth to find, somewhere, in this
Chaotic human race —
This life, a