I used to walk,

calmly,

on wires,

formed of the sharpest,

and strongest toxic metals;

brilliant.

I used to charge,

unprovoked,

through walls,

made of powdery,

bone-dry concrete;

unstoppable.

I used to stumble,

drunkenly,

through life,

weaved from broken,

and shattered dreams;

failing.

I used to be somebody,

you’d remember,

when the chips were down;

the house never wins anymore.