where is the joy?
is it in the hunting?
or do i just want to feel good at something?
where is the joy?
is it in creation?
or is this now a cloying desperation?
where is the mind?
am i its master?
or is it driving me straight into disaster?
where is the focus?
is it on the present?
why am i always wondering where the time went?
every cycle keep repeating
i’m afraid i’ll never get away
if i say something enough it loses meaning
i just want to make it through today
where is the joy
that was her question
i was shattered by the mere suggestion
where is the joy
that’s what she asked me
i had no answer then but now i see it clearly
it is its own joy to hear a melody
it is its own joy to feel it move me
it is its own joy to sing in my head
it is its own joy to ask the question
and hear the answer in a song
i don’t think there’s more to it than that
but i am willing to wait around and find out
no i don’t think there’s more to it than that
but i am willing to stick it out to find out
where is the joy
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