The Dirt

How long does it take to grow a new head And watch the old husk wither and fall? I am molting and leaving the powerless shell A great becoming offers me her all When I rise I crush you beneath my feet Disappearing, vanishing into me I watch the world become a speck as I ascend on high And leaving me is everything that crawls beneath a yawning sky I will hatch out of this egg and never wonder why All that you ever were was never anything Some of us will hatch and grow Some are not worth remembering