When we had hope

Why  did  we stop dreaming?
Once, we had hope.
We smiled like there was no tomorrow.
We raved in echoes of laughter,
cackling with a fiery joy.
Lying Under shades of trees,
hooded from the inglorious sun,
yet peaking through cracks to glimpse at the sun beam.
Somewhere in the future, or dare I say in the present?
We have become grim,
zombie-ing around with lost hope,
bagged under eyes and thinking only of empty pockets and how to please everyone but ourselves.
A loud sadness has taken over
Joy is misplaced.
Wandering like a lost soul in the meadows seeking a way out.
Something along the way has happened to the once colorful souls,
joyous hearts and adventurous minds.
All that is left,
is an emptiness,
a hollow, deep dark void.
And all we do is ask ourselves ' why?
What have we been fighting for?
For what purpose have we lived?'