Seeking Joy
Is a lover the answer?
Yes. And no.
Favourite comedy show?
Yes. And no.
Favourite desert, not one two but four?
Yes. And no.
Hot food after a cold day, or chilled water after a hot one?
Well yes. And no.
What is it then that makes people wide in the eyes makes them dance makes them wild?
(Chuckles) not in this question, for certain.
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They tell tales of wonder, tales of bon fires when gorgeous women hypnotised them with hips when everyone wanted a drink from their lips.
Tales which got more and more passionate less and less innocent.
Joy?
Yes, and no.
Well once, I lost my fear.
Looked around for it went running went searching for it.
But could not stem the giggles.
There were no questions no missions then.
Fear? Oh that's boring.
If I'm the one asleep, I never mind the snoring.
Afternoon sun, ancient and sleepy.
When fear dissolves, when the sun rises on the soul when you get a little clever a little bold so what if us skipped the lunch we are playing now we are flirting with the next curious hunch let me pick up that tool let me feel it in my hands let me twist it work it into a wonderful shape let me throw away the notions of a date for men have rejoiced shackled up in prisons men have hanged themselves the funny masters of dark puns men have had their doubts even after four solid sons men have let themselves be cradled by wind by ocean by women by tears.
Even in crowded bazaars, even if alone just the one.
Is that joy, is that fun?
Yes. And no.
