10000 Minutes

10000 minutes feel like hours but
 My fingers are bleeding
My shoulder is hurting

This is what you have to suffer
To be like one of them

Every chance if I sit down I pick it up

Calluses forming on my finger
Putting in the time I’m feeling it

Even if it hurts my body
I lean on it trying to be a poet

I strum the stupidest shit you could imagine
But I’m in the game and I can’t complain

In the shortest minute I think I found it
All the sudden you sound almost good

But you are not diminished go back to work

Plastic on metal can sound beautiful if you
Know where to put your soul and your fingers
Will take you

I’m not even into 1000 hours but I see
Notes on a string and I’m fingering you