I’m not getting any younger
Yet still filled with this hunger

Building apprehension
Ignoring the weighted of contention

I would never fully rise to be celebrated
There is a better chance I would be humiliated.

Hesitation left an uneasy feeling ,
So many emotions, my heart wheeling

Excuses filled my mind
Any reason not to try, I could find

Throwing caution to the wind
Head first, Jump in , I will begin

My fingers, will hurt, bleed I might cry
Do or die I have to try

I will never be a virtuoso
What does it matter? What do I know?

In comparison My talent minuscule
Is this an exercise in being cruel?

The passion, I see in musician’s eyes
If I possess any at all its lies

it’s delusions of-grandeur
Time will tell this exercise is hell

Defeated before I’ve begun.
So many songs unsung

It’s near the top of my bucket list.
All my life I wished
Something I always wanted to learn
I need to have my turn

Armed with desire
My excitement could get much higher

Pushing all the negativity aside
I am ready for the wild ride

I took time researching;
Brand, quality ease of use
My plan seemed full proof

What instrument do I want to play?
I don’t know what to ask for what to say

Picking perfection with a novice brain
Price point these questions can drive me insane

Stay focused dedication, perseverance
A tutor, mentor, much needed guidance

It’s never too late to try something new
I purchased a new instrument

It sits in the corner,
In a pristine new case
What a waste
Now what

Song inspired;

1) This old guitar
By John Denver

2) Sing a song
By Karen Carpenter

FYI
Every time I get a new instrument a family member wants it So , I give it away.
Then I start this madness again.
Procrastination strikes again