Reality strikes!

I haven't written anything original for ages,
Haven't even thought anything new

Just spent an evening at the lake watching the sun drown
Listening to my soul and the music that resides within
Swinging wildly between utopia achieved and denied.

There is the numbness of apathy
Pierced by angles of longing

Longing for a meaning, for a goal
For a statue to raise, a temple to salute.

Something worth living for
Something dying for.

Wishing for my lost innocence, naivete
I know I don't believe anymore
I wish I did.