More time for no time at all

I spend my time writing songs that will never leave my room, with words that will never leave my head. I spend my timed writing stories of the past that will never have a future. I was lucky to have had a time in my life when writing meant something. A time when what I said mattered, if only to myself. I realize I am far away from that now. Still, I cant stop writing. Hoping that somehow, some day, it will matter again.