Waiting or the special sign,
So badly I want to see that sign.
I look up and the stars shine brightly, as if to say,
“I know what’s on the sign.”
The light in night sky continuously teases me throughout the night.
In the morning light I still search and try to find,
That path for me to.
I think about my time on earth,
Who has helped me in my life,
And who have died. My mind spaces as I wonder more…
Towards the end of another day the answer seems to be near.
Just out of my finger tip’s reach.
Yet, some how, I don’t give up my quest.
My quest to find what I’m suppose to do,
What I must do.
So, I try.