Biography of Shane Andrews
Most of the time when writing i don't know what im doing.. i just type, or scribble.. and it all comes out.. and though i may be young.. i feel like what i do is good enough for me.. at least it comes from the heart...
Shane Andrews Poems
I waited for the sign. The one to tell me where to go. What to do
We sit in the field. We watch the clouds and sky pass us by. We run our hands through the grass. We feel the dirt between our toes. Our fingers.
I waited for the sign.
The one to tell me where to go.
What to do
When to do it.
But not why. Never why.
I wait for that sign.
And never realize. That it wont come.
Not until i see that its not meant for me.