Gone

Gone...
Is my muse
My reason to write a bunch of senseless shit about nothing in particular.
That burning desire to manipulate words in an effort to legitimize my thoughts.

Gone...
Is my ambition
To study, to learn, to know.
Is it because it seems the more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.

Gone...
Is my obsession
With that which I was at one time most passionate about.
That which seemed to consume my every waking moment.

Gone...
Is my hope
For change, for a better tomorrow, for a better...something.

Gone...
Is my...I don't know.
It's gone now.