What's your major?

Wed, 10/12/2016 - 11:27 -- noah12

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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noah12

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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