Unknown Void

I keep telling myself that things will be okay
And then I hear some stupid song on the radio.
How is it that someone else’s musical misery can recall my own
And even demolish the joy I’d finally rebuilt in my heart?
The thing that bothers me most is this:
I know that things aren’t really that bad.
I know that I have much and lack little, but…
I still ache and long and starve for something.
What am I missing?

 

(Note: I am not depressed, so there is no need to be worried. I simply feel that something is missing, and I am not sure what that thing is.)