Joy

I chase after joy, as it runs away.
I grow tired as all my dear efforts still fail.
I pray to the gods in whom I don't believe.
Hoping for something for my goals to achieve.

But they laugh in my face, their non-existant smile
Splayed across their mug like a symbol of pride
In taking people's wishes and all of their dreams
And wiping their assess with them clean.

What terrible gods we're made to believe.
It's better to pray to an earth worm's feet.
So let's forsake the gods in our journey of hope.
Then maybe joy will come along.