I conquer the world every day, but still feel terribly defeated.
I wander around beautiful streets, but my mind wanders elsewhere.
I love what I do everyday, but still hate my life.
I drink the juice of life, but I still feel so thirsty.
There is nothing wrong with my life, but there is also something that’s not right about it.
I’d rather not be anywhere else, but I’d rather be here in a different way.
There’s something missing, but I just fail to figure out what.