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!