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.
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.