I stand over you reading your worth

I'm suddenly mothering death in unfamiliar terms

You demand the room

A clear path through

While I sit on handshakes for you

Power shows itself silently breathing

Feed be fed be hungry

I waste no time with reflection

I gather the years gone by

Breathing your air

Talking your tongues

But age is on my side

Power shows itself silently breathing

Feed be fed be hungry

I mourned myself and grieved hope

Power shows itself silently breathing

Feed be fed be hungry