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
  Marketplace