Wall

I see the writing on the wall...

It's not subtle lettering that blends in, where you have to ponder its meaning.

It's loud, bold, neon colored graffiti that you can't possibly miss.

There is no ambiguity or room for misinterpretation; and yet I still procrastinate 

and meander around like things aren't about to change.
Does it literally take a ton of bricks to fall on me before I realize what's going on?

I should have known something was up when a blind guy slipped me a note today.

It read: OPEN YOUR EYES