Thoughts bouncing in my head

Am I turning right back into the old person I was,
is this new person I am me?
The things that used to thrill me don't...
What I used to be passionate about is unreachable.
There is no will in me,
no aspiration to better myself,
no drive,
no goal,
nowhere new,
nothing new,
just returning to the past,
when did I become so materialistic,
when did my muse fly away.
when did I let go?
when did I become so lost and confused?