The Years of Mist

I’ve tried to appeal
To the global mind
But things that I reveal
Are things they do not hope to find

Unfolding
Withholding

Extract the body
Dispose it in unity
Then break your shackles
And enter opportunity

When unravelling
A piece of mind
They’re only shattering
What they hope they would have found

If you’re to co-exist
You must see it all through
The years of mist
To see the greatest view

The greatest view!