Joy has no boundaries

Joy would take leaps and bounds if there weren't so many boundaries.

Joy would visit if you are in the state of mind to feel it. 

Joy you are a lonely soul cause some never find you. 

Joy it takes so much effort to make you real. 

Joy I miss you terribly and wonder where you are and when you will be back. 

Joy is not felt by many and ignored by a lot of people. 

Joy is rejected too scary when all is so dim. 

Joy are you a relative of happiness, you look similar but not quite the same. 

Your harder to talk to, and accept, as happiness can be faked. 

So easy to say I'm fine, fine with what, all the frayed and messy. 

Joy I have not known you, just heard about you and imagined you as a strong aphrodisiac. 

Joy why do you hide, is because you are invisible to so many people. 

Clouded by pressure so thunderous that joys voice has no chance of being heard. 

Quiet by nature anyway afraid of your rejection. 

Joy does not see itself as beautiful, and needs encouragement to shine through. 

But not many accept its presents. 

Feel unworthy of holding the joystick, or can't image that there's such as a figment cause they've   only met salty. 

Joy are you real, are you in love with the thought of love.

Or is holistic joy 
engulfed, sliding down the throats of the willing.
 
Boundaries you set stop joy from knocking. 

Bonds that wreck stop joy from evolving.

If you sigh and say goodbye to incomplete , then you may catch a glimpse of joy.