Thinking of ways writing like life is a matter of life and death. Slowed down because of burning out. Rushed missed things on the way trying to get ahead barely coming out even.
A late starter trying to make up for being behind. Always taking a risk caught up in the mix. Dating all the wrong women learned the less. Thankful for the moments focused on the good over the bad.
Working jobs trying to learn as much as possible to get it done. Can't rely or trust anyone have to step it up to finish.
Lost friends along the way, some couldn't be single in bad relationships.
Having a family leaving friendships in the past; focused on their kids the future.
Didn't understand before but everything makes sense now.

Stuck on a thought, running with ideas that might or might not work. Telling the truth should lead to good feels like things got worse. Not sure why it becomes a conflict of interest maybe being around the wrong people doesn't help.
Use to be a wild one life was different after sobriety. People stop calling when you don't drink anymore.
Made efforts to keep a friendship going it soon became one sided. Stopped caring let go of those people. Sad to see them go, but a way to stay true and grow.

The athlete within wants out lots of wear and tear over the years. Conflicts with being responsible; trying to find a balance. Work takes away from training, but money is needed to invest in your skills/talent.

If been writing for years and asked, "what are you going to do with it?" It started out as an outlet then it became my voice. A way to express myself without my feelings and emotions being twisted. The worse feeling is when you talk to people, and they give you a blank stare because they aren't listening, or don't care.
Looking at my bass guitar. Praying I had the patients to learn able to read tabs. Thinking of my grandpa; he tried to teach me to play by ear. It was fun but he's impatient with and expect perfection.