good things are happening
why do i still feel sad
good friends surround me
why do i still feel alone
good books are being read
why do i still feel at a loss for words
good food is being eaten
why do i still feel malnourished
good places been and yet to go
why does the world feel so small
good family loves me
why do i still feel an emptiness
good life awaits me
why don’t i grasp that
oh yeah
the best thing is gone