I am

I am thirsty,
Even though I have a well
Within my reach.
I am hungry,
Even though I have a backpack
Abundant with food.
I am cold,
Even though I lay under
The burning yellow sun.
I am poor,
Even though my wallet
Is bursting with money.
I am bare,
Even though I am clothed
And my boots rest beside me.
I am alone,
Even though the phone in my pocket
Is constantly buzzing.
I am searching,
For who I am,
And where I belong.
I am yearning,
For the adventure
Of something new.

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