Joy

What is this vapid existence?

I was meant to fly, wasn't I?

Juggle bright red balls under an Autumn sky,

Chase tiny dots scurrying in my eye.

I was to have a fluorescent shadow,

Prancing about in my orange light.

The golden beams' soothing balm,

Wheres it now to purge my lethargic mind?

Hey Joy! I know I left you behind

When I childishly embraced Satisfaction.

I yearn for those little drops of joy,

But satisfaction won't let go!

These fetters of satisfaction!

And this painless bondage with fear,

I must shed it in darkness,

Search for sweet innocence within...

With innocence there is no fear,

And courage ignites hope.

Ambition burns pure with honesty's oil,

And in this very light, I shall find Joy.