Anyone else remember when
everything felt like it mattered?
It all was so important, so urgent,
so full of meaning and emotion
Each day, each moment was something worth experiencing,
all roads leading to something bright and beautiful.
What happened, then?
When did the clouds roll in forever?
Why did it all just fade away?
Where do these twists and turns carry us
if not into the bright beyond?
Where did sensation leave us
so dull and grey and empty?
We tried to seize the day so hard
we squeezed out all we could,
and here we are caught up in nothing
but vapid, wasted dreams
of the void we stumbled into