In a world of plenty, where joy should reign,

A soul wanders lost, drowning in pain.

He has it all, or so it seems,

Yet inside, he's adrift in shattered dreams.

 

Possessions many, but feelings in drought,

Tears concealed, smiles worn throughout.

Once in a while, breaks down unseen, 

In the quiet ache, where joy's been.

 

Everything's there, yet nothing to hold,

A tale of plenty, a heart grown cold.

Cries in shadows, a silent plea,

For what's missing, he can't see.

 

A paradox lived in every breath,

He has everything, yet dances with death.

In the emptiness, a heartache unfurls,

A story of abundance in a lonely world.