Signs

Signs are everywhere

They’re invisible to the unobservant

Not good enough for the proud

They could be little things,

a sign to tell you to leave,

where to leave to,

or who to leave with

Signs present you with a choice;

do you follow it or ignore it?

Most signs are there to warn you,

to inform,

to comfort

You know someone put it there for others

What were they thinking at the time?

Was it malicious?

kind?

uncaring?

Who knows the mystery shrouded behind signs