I think this is another of those pieces that mostly speaks for itself.
I also think it might make a bit more sense to folks, who have lived with depression and/or, who are going through those doldrums of adult angst and despair, which are sometimes given the poetic term: Midlife Crisis, as if there is, perhaps, some sort of skewed romanticism to it.

Yeah, maybe not so much...

Still, I am not claiming to have it any better or worse than anyone else, as everyone's story is unique, after all.

Nevertheless, we all have our lowest moments, when disaffection and cynicism is writ large.
Sometimes it's hard to feel like you've really succeeded at anything of any real note in life.
Sure, life is long enough if you know how to use it, but I often think I've now spent a half-century in not being able to figure it out.
And often, the real shit of that is that I know I am far from unique in that regard.

There is also one outside musical influence in this in the form of the song: "To Leave Something Behind" by Sean Rowe, and which played over the closing credits of the movie: "The Accountant"

Being that improving my guitar skills is my latest 'wannabe' in long string of other 'wannabes' that have served to make up my years of likewise mostly failed attempts at 'adulting' thus far, Mr. Rowe's song spoke very deeply to me from the very first time I have heard it, and you can bet your sweet keister that I have tried to learn it, even though I will never be as epically, deeply resonant and barrel-chested as Mr. Rowe, I can at least give it the old wannabe poetaster College try, I think. :P

There is also a reference to an old Yakov Smirnoff 'In Soviet Russia...' joke that I think most people of a certain age have likely heard.

Beyond this, I think I will let the piece speak for itself, as raw, rough and unpolished as it is.