Strategize

I'm so damn good at planning
So much damn finesse in it too

I'm so good, I abandoned both qualities in favor of a challenge:
No finesse/tactical strategy

But I need 'em now more than ever

I've become so fast it's nasty

And I need to slow down, not because she tells me I need to
No
Not even for myself

I need it because it's something I lost that I loved

I still sit outside and eat candy in the sun, letting the breeze roll
Still take the long way home to see more

Yet,
I've been sleeping on a bed of rice

Later Days, Longer Nights