I ask him to give me a sign,
a validation that he is listening
on this day that I am on the road
on the way to a different home.
I pack my things,
put them on my back
and hit the road again.
This road that's never ending
it seems like I’m born for it,
it feels like it knows me well.
But what do I know?
might be this road,
giving my soul another chance to grow?
I can’t argue but just follow…
Looking for a sign
to show me which way to go
the wind to blow,
a bird to sing,
and whisper something
I can hear and understand,
Another circle to go around..
or ends to meet
another to begin..
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, beautiful choice of words and flow. Could totally relate it this.Thank you for sharing.