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