Momentum

I just wanna stand in the rain.   I wanna feel real again.  Find my purpose again.  Let the cold rain chill my soul and carry me back to the place I started.  This bitter weather matches your self esteem...fake but all the while inviting.  I always wanted a life worth talking about, but not if this is what it feels like.  The music we grew up on sure didn't prepare us for shit of this caliber.  I'm starring down the barrel of a gun just waiting for someone to pull the trigger.  Long late night walks discussing the end of the world and the sad society surrounding us is what i looked forward to.  Not pain and comprise.  The older I get the harder it is to be inspired....and with that i raise my wine glass, flick my cigarette, and propose a toast to tomorrow and all the dreams it has already crushed.