What's your major?
I have been asked it over and over
I have laid awake pondering in thought
I have watched the tide roll in and back out
I have looked within the darkest alleys
I have searched within the busiest streets
But I've not found what I am looking for
My ears fill with the chime of the six strings
I lay back in a pool of melodies
My fingers pluck as my mind goes empty
The question dissipates into the air
The strings are a magnet that attract light
They whisper in my ear telling me where
I look down and see the glow of the strings
A grin spreads across my face and I see
Now I know what I have been looking for