Joy
Tatiana Agnew
Oh, the joy
Being under baker's hands
Kneading me like precious dough
A bread of life; a gift unto you
Oh, the joy of being
Oh, the joy of being
Oh, the joy of being
With you
Oh, nightmares in my mind
In bed as you try to sleep
Temporary psychosis spread unto you
True to its insidious form
As I'm tossing and turning
Cutting words escape like knives
Cut with precision
Making bad
What is, already is, worse
Then finally sleep
Sleep over comes me
Oh, could I recall
Could I recall the joy of being?
Keeping you up
Asking you to fight my battles
Tossing and turning
With precision
Could I recall?
Could I recall the joy of being?
Oh, the joy of being
Oh, the joy of being
Oh, the joy of being
With you