Old Professions (Extended Version)

I used to be an arsonist who only burned bridges,

but I told a friend "sweet dreams" and she dreamed

that I died.

Now my bridges are intact but they can't support the weight of wishing.

So I hover over slowly, careful not to fall.

She's waiting on the other side with her face no longer there.

I used to be an astronaut but I got stars in my eyes.

With too much space to be alone I traveled home.

I took a path I'd never gone and lost my name along the way.

For a short time I saw the future but then morning came.

My body didn't work that day...

I used to be a wizard but my magic disappeared.

I dreamed of ways to get more mana but I'd always

wake up.

I threw my wand in a pond and it turned into a black hole.

I ran for my life but life didn't run for me.

We tripped and fell and got sucked into Hell.

I used to be an aviator but I knocked down the sky.

It crushed everything I loved. Left, was just you and I.

I gathered the clouds, the blue, and the Sun and 

carried them up a tree.

I got to the top and it dawned on me that everything

was in my hands.