Are we all just lost souls of a lost generation?

Wandering aimlessly looking for purpose.

Empty inside yet yearning for elation.

Every feeling bubbling to the surface.


Are we all just in need of something more?

Instead of life ticking away, waiting to die.

Waiting for our own moment to soar.

Day by day, time passes us by.


Do we regret words spoken or those left unsaid?

In attempt to make sense of who we’ve lost.

Feelings of dread, hearts bled, signs misread.

Desperate in our search regardless of the cost.


Do we believed it’s predetermined, destiny, fate?

The road laid out in front of us, a future course.

Shall we simply just sit idly and wait?

Create a new path and be our own guiding force.


Are we lost souls who long for love?

To love and be loved they say is supreme.

Above all else, this is all we think of.

Alas though, life is but a dream.


Yes, we are the lost generation of lost souls.

Lost at sea, adrift, directionless, astray.

Longing to be loved, held, and whole.

Lost souls tangled in hearts’ dismay.