Today’s feeling is a lot like I stumbled across in a poem, “Morning Blues” by Radmila Lazic:
I’m fed up with faking happiness,
Play acting contentment
As if it was all just fine,
As if things are beginning to go well
Now that I’ve played the role of my life
And won the big prize at the lottery.
I yearn for something I have no name for,
For something that would change my life,
Turn it upside down,
make it leave the rails on which I travel
making punctual stops.