I used to be more than I am
more than there is left to see
A builder of sorts, of dreams and songs
Once upon a time, people needed me.
I was once someone with talent
creativity was the wind beneath my wing
To live was to preform my craft
Poems to recite, beautiful songs to sing.
I should have taken greater care
I let it waste away
But why sing to an empty room?
Don't speak if you have nothing to say.