Object Poem

I am not going to say what it is about, so you everyone can think it is about a different object.

Looking out and back. Back to yourself and forward in front of you, back into your mind. Discovering yourself who you are, who you want to be, and who you were. Forward into the dark future lit by the fires of innocent lives. When will it end, no one knows. Snow covered branches, bare, reach and stretch across the land looking, searching but never finding. The other slip away, gone with the shrieking wind. Curling into every corner, every place. There is no escape. When will it end, no one knows. Looking back and forward right now. What can be seen? Is it a reflection of life, or a moment of realization. A moment of change. Change what you see on the other side, change what you see on both sides. Past, present, and future all on the same plane flying over trying to escape. Escaping the cold fingers of the past crawling to seek revenge. Crawling into every mind not resting. When will it end, no one knows. Finally everything over head is gone with everything already lost. Lost in our maze of life and knowledge, finding the way out, there is no going back. Back and forth like a snake gone mad. There is no way out from the place we have created. A place lit by the fires of innocent lives. When will it end, no one knows. Human nature gone with everything that will be lost, past, present and future. Gone with the wind, the plane of time, and gone with the maze created.