A "used to" has its use...

In deep reflection, I used to dream.

I used to dream of faces I never knew 

Hoping, out there somewhere 

That their hearts burned bright. 

That their hurt would wash away. 

I tried to think of a way to go back and erase. 

To reshape the errors in living. 

And of my thoughts that couldn't leave a mark, 

They couldn't leave behind what they've tried 

Alas! With what little it had, lost spark. 

They used to wonder of love. 

They used to dream of music. 

They used to be awe-inspiring. 

These thoughts: 

these thoughts that never sat and laughed, 

these thoughts that never sought a future beyond a past. 

These thoughts: 

these thoughts that never knew the beginning of words, 

these thoughts borderline genius but the latter, absurd. 

These thoughts. 

For now, they dream of a means to their end, 

In the middle of recollecting where it all began, in deep thought...