Joy is just another passong stage, once its done we turn the page. Into another chapter of living, but like always we're left giving. Giving more love than we take, giving the real and recieving the fake. Always expecting as much as we put out. We all try to coveer up our worst fear no doubt. The fear that what we know is really true. The fear that you have to accept what others do. The fear that you're not really flying. The fear that indeed your soul is dying.