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Where is joy? we ask the sky,
chasing lights that flicker by.
We follow footsteps on another’s road,
bearing maps that are not our own.
We trade our mornings for borrowed dreams,
hoping gold will be what it seems –
Yet every smile we seek outside
leaves a quiet ache we try to hide.
We search the crowds, the flashing signs,
climb through the night and count the lines.
We bend our hearts to match the view –
and still the quiet truth calls you.
We hunt for sunlight in city streets,
new faces, new faces, empty seats.
We chase the glimmer of glass and chrome,
mistaking strangers for a home.
We climb the hills, we taste the wine,
seek the summit to feel divine –
but every high dissolves to rain,
leaving unchanged the room of pain.
We ask the mountains, ask the sea,
consult love’s mirror: what will we be?
We bend the world to prove it true –
and still the soft voice whispers to you.
Joy is with you, quiet and small,
a steady pulse beneath it all.
It lives within your chest, beside your stride,
in the simple breath you tuck inside.
It waits behind you, in front, around,
a gentle drum, a gentle sound.
Do not run away – turn toward the light;
change your heart and find your joy tonight.
Not in the glitter, not the glass,
not in tomorrow, not the past.
It’s in your hands, the work you do,
the hush of morning, simple truth.
It’s in the way you greet a friend,
a laugh that lingers without end.
It’s in the small, the everyday,
the quiet choosing, a gentler way.
Listen – close your eyes, breathe slowly,
feel the steady river flow.
You’ve known it always, tried and true:
the secret beating just for you.
Where is joy? look in the glass,
not in the future, not the past.
It lives in what you are and do –
When you choose truth, joy finds you.
Keyem Thomez
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