The great year’s new cycle will noticeably be.
A division of people , soon grouped into three.

The first are the chosen, ability to see.
That all fear has left them, learning love is key.

The second group larger, absorb all they’re shown.
Creating momentum, for truth to be known.

Last are the masses, armed only with hope.
Think everything’s *******, distrust horoscope.

They drank all the kool-aid, programmed not to see.
How every single person, (is secretly me).

The truth forever hidden, cemented with lies.
Invisible unions, plotting and planning our demise.

We awakened to the fact that our world is not quite right.
And because of this we’ve found that love is our only might.

I feel every day earth’s frequency rise, I now connect remotely,
and can look right through their eyes.

But the further that I travel, up perception’s sight.
The me that is I, has no use for a fight.