How?

I practice,

While games distract me,

From my dream,

Of becoming apart of the musical genius's steam,

How do I stop,

The corruptive time waster,

How do I crop,

This things out of my mind paster,

I wanna be on of the greats,

On my guitar,

By far,

People like Hendrix,

And Joe Satriana,

Worked hard,

Like an ancient bard,

I want to stop the world,

And work on my music,

But no music will exist,

With out the world at hist.