The difference is simple, a whisper clear, Between the dance of joy and the grip of fear. Joy flows freely, through time it roams, In past, present, and futures unknown.
It gleams in memories, warm and bright, Lives in the now, a radiant light. It dreams ahead, with hope in its stride, A boundless force, no need to hide.
But fear is bound to a single place, The future’s shadow, a fleeting trace. It dwells in “what ifs” that cloud the mind, Yet leaves the present and past behind.
Choose joy, the traveler of all time’s streams, And let fear fade, like fleeting dreams.
Life’s joys, a ladder tall and grand, Rungs to touch, not long to stand. Not stations where we rest or cling, But steps to pass, where hearts take wing.
No one can push, pull you out, It’s your way, up or down. Steps, not stations, where we rest or cling, But to pass, where hearts take wing.
