I’ve not seen Joy for sometime. Nobody has.
We speculate he’s moved,
Packed his bags with Enthusiasm and gone to see the world.
Hope searched for him, trying to find his friend.
Misery sulked, for he believed it was the end.
Several years passed, and one fine day joy returned.
I caught a glimpse of him walking around town with Nostalgia.
Masses had walked pass and didn’t see him.
Neither did Haste or Time.
But then again, Time never really stopped for anyone.
It made me realise, what if Joy was never gone?
Perhaps I just had my head down and my music in just like everyone else.
And maybe, just maybe if we all slowed down in this rat race,
and took life a little more simply,
we would find Joy a lot more.