Everywhere to look but with nothing to see,
Places miracles at a low towards a balance discrepancy .
Looking for that sign or that moment that will trigger the explosion,
Inside of my heart which can erase all the emotional erosion.
Now the games have been played and yet the ice begins to melt,
Even as it tries to hold on to the silence as an expensive pelt.
Now there he stands with a hammer the size of his thigh,
Looking over to the thawing cube as he sets out for the final goodbye