All the earthly goodies, cold champagne is like ice on fire and a smile to beckon
From the gates of Eden you can see the spiralling staircase of Hell
And through the billowing smoke the flames of the bonfires burning below
Running blind and empty on the winding road to your destiny
You will reach the river where the ferryman is waiting for you
Keep one single token as your sole fortune to pay the toll
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery