I remember the time, still fresh in my memory
After all, how can one forget regrets?
A senior asking me – wanna learn the guitar?
A waste of time, I replied to him
and declined his invitation
Fast forward 3 years, I found myself in a music store
Looking for a guitar for my guitar class
Hoping that I’ll learn it quick enough
and regretting saying no when my senior offered
As I watch Joe Satriani effortlessly jam on the guitar
I stand in the audience
wondering why I didn’t say yes then
As I watch my teacher talk about shredding
I sit with my guitar strapped to me
wondering why I thought it was a waste of time
As I decide to make compositions
I keep exploring on my guitar
wondering the 3 years would’ve helped me a lot
As I decide to play more songs
I wonder what the hell I was thinking back then
What was so important that I abandoned music
–Surya T
Oh man, themorningreads, your guitar poem says rock on… and on… good work!!