“Nothing left”

Every day there was something new.

I woke up in a different city.

On a different continent.

Every day was different from the last.

And I took it all in.

I enjoyed every last minute of it.

But things have changed since then.

I’ve seen all of it.

There’s nothing new for me out there.

So now I sit around and I don’t know if there’s a purpose for me out there.

Not anymore.

Because I’ve seen everything.

I’ve done everything.

And there’s nothing left for me to do.

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