An avalanch of skates, blasters and disco mirrors

I'm rolling down and over the hill
on a previous currency rate
But I still want to pause and do everything
I want to be that dog that learns new tricks
I want to pickup piano, guitar,
a flute or drumming sticks
I want to paint a masterpiece
Discover my voice to sing sing
I want to write a magnum opus
And rock it like a royal king
And do all sorts of things to take away the sting
Aging can be distracted by good memories
That I do believe
So perhaps if I get busy enough
I'll find soothing repreive
I want to exchange my disappointment
for hopes of something more
I'm not ready to close the door
to a pleasant surprise in store
I don't need to travel but can't deny
There are still some funky places
to where I'd like to fly
I lost my license years ago
But I'd like to drive again
To chauffer around the city
a smorgasboard of trendy friends
But dealing in such commodity
By someone of my age and status
Appears to be an oddity
It's like a second midlife crisis
In any case I'm way too broke
To conjure such devices