What begins as a hobby
Fun and carefree,
At one's own leisure
the beginning of the pressure

What begins as a hobby
Is now part of you
People take notice
People admire you
They call you what you are not

What begins as a hobby
Now becomes a job
People expect the greatest
No time to keep up
Leisure and pleasure die

What begins as a hobby
Is now what you are
Time dedicated is all that's left
They expect so much
You must deliver

What begins as a hobbyist
Is now nothing more
Than a puppet
A slave, to what was once fun..