Writing on the Wall


I knew it when, I know it now
I have to leave. humbly take my bow
What is "the next?" "the what?" and "the how?"
Whatever it is, greatness, my vow

Why can't they see it all crumbling down?
All I hear is screams, but to them there is no sound
My heart is pounding, "We are not on solid ground"
But still they continue to wait and wait around

I passionately share and plead my decree
But no one takes action, they would just rather "be"
I am sprinting away because I clearly see
The ship is going down, inside it, not me!

It is surely coming; it's going to fall
Held by a string, there is no time to stall
Can't everyone see the writing on the wall?
I have to go. this is definitely my call

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