Life is a game with manufactured pressure, It’s honestly not that hard.

If my best friend accepts no estate is actually real he can build a hundred yards.

I’m building a rocket to ensure I have more time in the pocket.

Premature scrambles were blocking my blessings, causing me to lose the ones in my locket.

I’m a bad partner when I’m rushed, I’m a horrible friend when I don’t assess.

Why choose to play harder when I can remove the circumstances causing me to press?

Sure It makes for exciting plays but how often will I deliver what they need?

A signal caller turned Wizard, my world has blossomed into a fantasy league.

No occupation will own me, soon It will just be residual cash.

Else I’ll end up like them, wishing I could get the last quarter back with my best stats in the past.