On some days,
Signs that appear,
Make little sense.
Crooked and confusing,
Pointing to ways,
Dark and winding.
So when the signs,
Are hard to understand,
I pause to look around,
Waiting for intuition,
To help guide me,
To the place I belong.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
On some days,
Signs that appear,
Make little sense.
Crooked and confusing,
Pointing to ways,
Dark and winding.
So when the signs,
Are hard to understand,
I pause to look around,
Waiting for intuition,
To help guide me,
To the place I belong.