Remove my traction. Lost my grip back then. Theater of the mind, packed in. Puppets on a string practice. Still trying figure out how to adapt my talents, to a life of balance. What a challenge. Trying to break old habits. Writing words on my tablet. Creating racket. I'm Nash. This is musical magic. I'm a maverick. My compass is my passion. With no other sense of direction. Lost without an internet connection. Can you protect me?