I crave the lively chaos of the carnival,

Where ice cream melts onto the pavement,

A sweet, nostalgic sadness for the dreams of our youth

I yearn for those Fourth of July reunions with family,

Where each firework represents a cherished memory,

Gazing at the sky with our mind in the stars,

Living and breathing the American Dream

I long for the feeling of being overwhelmed by the swimming hole, dipping my head beneath the surface to hear the rhythm of my heart, like cotton candy drifting along with the current

I crave to experience the carnival chaos one more time