The Wall Is High

i jump to meet my mark, it is met with arms out wide, nothing, yet i expect a spark so in little black book i confide. what i ask of the masses, alot admittedly ashamed i am not to think, rejoice, connect the dots to remember what we once forgot. all i ask i that we don't assume, they rely on ignorance to consume, open your eyes and take full bloom, never take an uninformed flume, i see too much trouble ahead to ignore, when i opened my eyes we had ten years, i am still coming round and now we have four, i see too much blood that will mix with my tears. everything will mingle and change it will all make sense once done its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range and to elaborate on the story no fun. for certain synchronocities will take form the knowledge unwraping in the implicate it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm some could term it karma, i make my own fate.