Searching for the source of my joy
trying to encounter the feeling of bliss I felt as a young boy,
but every time I get close it(joy) evades my grasp;
The Blues:
As I continue my journey to unite with my evasive joy
a sense of uniqueness fills the void
where my childhood joy once was before it(joy) grew wings and took flight,
this particularness stems from
the feeling that I'm the only individual on this joyless odyssey
to locate what's missing inside of me
like a spiritual doctor performed some weird scientific lobotomy
to remove my joy from my body;
The Blues:
While on this never-ending quest I remain true to thyself
while decoding symbols that explain broken relationships,
trying to figure out why my joy abandoned ship,
is it because I'm a misguided misfit
or did I do something that made it(joy) pissed;
The Blues:
I've ventured on adventures to express my deepest encouragement
for my joy to return unblemished
because I feel lost without it (joy);
The Blues:
I desire to dwell with my joy
once again to bring back the P.E.A.C.E
and calm inside my deepest crevasses of my soul
the places false friends and fake relations can never break in,
but with my joy being undiscoverable I'm vulnerable
to compromise and corporate attacks;
The Blues:
I can barely recall times when my pen would fill the void
but nowadays my ink is dry and refuses to print
so I start freestyling to vent
and that even sounds like feces;
The Blues:
I finally fall to sleep from my strenuous expedition
only to hear a faint whisper
"look beyond the surface"
I woke with a renewed purpose
for all these years I've been searching for what was right underneath my nose;
All I had to do was close my eyes,
Open my heart
And I found my soul, my joy…