O Joy!

At the corner of your street
A different image of your street ingrained in me
Perhaps I pause outside your place
Perhaps I stop to catch my breath, perhaps I speak:

O Joy! How glad I was to feel my mood turn
O Joy! How glad I was to see your full form

And at a different time we meet
Though perhaps we meet this time differently
And maybe I had overthought
And maybe you pursued this thought to other means

O Joy! How long it takes to feel I’m not home
O Joy! How long it takes to feel I’m far gone

I want to share a thought with you
That there was something I had lost loving you
If we had touched with more than skin
If there was something deeper within

O Joy! How quickly I put out this fire
O Joy! How quickly there was nothing at all
O Joy! How long it took to milk the venom
O Joy! How long it took the snake to squirm

Don’t want to fight in the yard tonight
You bring so much joy into life for me, it’s true
When I bring my fists up, you just reject the very concept of fisticuffs, I knew
And I find myself wondering how to be a better friend when I’m wandering between
How it’s frustrating to be there for you, and to resent the very fact you weren’t there for me, it’s true
And I compare how you fight me in silence
And how I want a bit more than that from quiet

O Joy! Forever