Sometimes I wonder,
is this what I want?
Sometimes I ponder,
maybe I can't.

Each time I say,
it is within your grasp.
Each time I pray,
that it reaches me fast.

I know inside,
patience is a virtue.
And I know besides,
it takes time too.

Yet often I doubt,
my own ability.
Often I cry out,
at my incapability.

And many a time I would lift it,
hear the strings twang at my touch.
Many a time I would play it,
And I would realise so much.