Missing

Waking each morning with a groan and a shuffle for life he lets a tired sigh, yet again he grips the reality that is his life, where will it change? Shuffling, forcing a smile he works day in and day out not really seeking any satisfaction, just knowledge that he will survive the next month too make it to the next, but is that truly enough? Or has he just dulled his spirit to make up a false happiness keeping him happy for a while? Each day with no new adventure or experiences too come his way he listens to people around him feel the same way, but seemingly are able to look through that regular life and see a new exciting one on the other side. What is it that they posses that he does not? Does he not have that same drive for something new? That step out that door which may lead him too something extraordinary day? But he can't picture or bring himself to anything that would shed light onto this dull state of being...Will it, could it end?