end times

frozen in the past
much more relief in the cold
left holding old operations
stand aside when you feel bold
the scratches on your knees
signs of actions before
searching through the trees
if you let up now
what else will there be
left for us to believe
the harmony you follow
might finally lead us
back to the final retreat
so sick of searching
while all the others
are sick and diseased
so far away from it all
nowhere near the start
if this is it
can we be released
no tragedy to befall
discouraged by it all
the seldom time we get
to see our eyes reflect
the final light inside