My fingers picking across the strings
As the mahogany beauty sings
I'm completely absorbed in my thoughts
All my worries disappear
As the vibration emanates from my fingertips
Everything else transforms into darkness
Leaving me on a cloud
With my spirit floating
My mind slowly empties
As I direct all my consciousness
Towards picking the strings
I am unaware
Of what's to come
But right now I focused on strumming
And inside I've escaped
From reality
From the hazards this society brings me
I believe in the unpredictable
And the undreamable
And in these principal moments
I'm as happy as can be
