I ask him to give me a sign, <br />a validation that he is listening <br />on this day that I am on the road <br />on the way to a different home. <br />I pack my things, <br />put them on my back <br />and hit the road again. <br />This road that's never ending <br />it seems like I’m born for it, <br />it feels like it knows me well. <br /> <br />But what do I know? <br /> <br />might be this road, <br />giving my soul another chance to grow? <br /> <br />I can’t argue but just follow… <br />Looking for a sign <br />to show me which way to go <br />the wind to blow, <br />a bird to sing, <br />and whisper something <br />I can hear and understand, <br />Another circle to go around.. <br />or ends to meet <br />another to begin.. <br />.<br /><br />aida melesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-a-sign/
