Signs

Signs,

There's so many to follow.

I'm not sure which direction to take,

but I can't wait until tomorrow.

There's signs telling me to go with you.

There's signs that'll make me walk alone.

There's one sign that's pointing me towards home.

But,

I thought you were my home.

Well, you were until,

you weren't.

Signs became sciences,

Somethings became nothings,

Home wasn't home,

The signs had it all wrong..

I'm not saying I don't love you,

But the signs are giving me every reason not to.

I decided to go home to something I know'

But

It was another man waiting at the door.

A former friend,

A lover past tense,

Until he leaned in

And I began to kiss him.

The signs had it right all along.

This was my home.

This is where I belong.

I hope the signs don't turn out to be wrong.