I once walked a wizard street
to stare at the queeraties.
I once cast a simple spell
to wake me from my drunken sleep.
I once looked back
to consider my wasted life.
I once even wanted
to be the stronger, better man.
I once stared high beyond
to look at who I could have been
to wonder who I could have helped
to guess how I should have used my wand.
to refuse to regret the moments of my deepest shame

I once did many things from morning to the dusk,
yet now I only sit beneath the thick, cold dust.