Waiting For My Sign Poem by Kenny Mantinelli

Flying through the sky,
In a big black jet;
Looking up high,
Like a game of placing the bets.

You can't know when it'll end,
Or when it'll start;
You just have to fend,
For your beating heart.

So much on my mind,
But nothing's wrong;
Everything's going fine,
In my life's song.

How do I say what I want?
How do I ask for the info?
I really have nothing to flaunt,
Can't even keep a tempo.

So when it all comes down,
To that single moment in time;
I'll bring myself around,
This is it... it's my sign.