RANDOM ACESS MEMORY

I want an electric guitar. I want it fiery red and shiny black With silver strings. I want an electric guitar So that I finally have a purpose For my badass alter ego From the vivid scenarios of my mind. I want to turn the amp All the way up And feel the earth beneath me rumble, Feel the chords in my veins, Feel the solos travel From my fingertips To my heartbeat. I want to hear each note ring And echo, keeping its power Throughout its duration. I want to play until my fingers Smell of metal From pressing so hard on the strings. I want to play everything From 3 Doors Down to Aerosmith. I want the taste of my dry mouth From trying too hard To belt out the lyrics Above the too-high volume. I want an electric guitar So I can play it and play it and play it Until I am up on a stage In a crowded arena With a drummer behind me And a vocalist to my left, Silencing the screams As I strum the first chord.