I Used to be a God

I used to be a God
The snow banks were my mountains
Creating worlds of my own
Was my only obligation

I used to be a King
My tree house was my castle
I'd rule the silent forest
With a home-made ivy crown

I used to be a Hero
A fallen branch became my sword
The air would fill with foes to conquer
Adding glory to my game

I used to be a Wizard
My magic, only I could see
Creating fire, dueling demons
A made-up world there for me

I used to be a Captain
My front lawn—my sinking ship
I'd sweep off my invisible hat
And say, "O Storm, you've bested me!"

I used to be a Fairytale
My world morphed to fit my plot
The creatures all would do my bidding
Sky and earth my ready stage

I used to be a Traveler
Found new worlds every day
I'd teleport from place to place
The world always in my hand

I used to be a Dreamer
Reading, thinking, hopeful wishing
Myself in place of characters
Wondering if it was real

Today… what am I?
No longer do I find these things
The ivy crown now just dead leaves
My hero's sword a rotting log

Today, I live in this world
I cannot find my way back
I used to be more interesting
Now my days wasted on the future

Always one thing leads to another
No more time for silly games
But now I plead to the sky
Wanting all my worlds back

What am I now?
I used to be many things
But now I am none
Where has the magic gone?

For I used to be a God