Jumping over these rooftops I'm not afraid Of falling down I see the wide expanse of a lonely city with a single brick wall in the middle I don't like it with its sternness. the way it mocks my act of jumping as if I defy the will of God. I serve the Benevolent at behest of my predecessors If I willed, I would gladly but happily let my body fall with a misstep A tumble into time Stretching over the length of the wall itself, until none of it remains for even a flower to bloom into, a car to park inside of or a squeak to escape a dying soul No time at all even for me to be A rebel and an adherent To work His will into a way.