Mitochondria

Twelve golden eyes see everything

Live on your fingers, Take who they need

Nothing left of my species

Just some mitochondria

Floating ‘round out in the darkness

Waiting for the perfect host

You are a doorway

Through space and time

I’m from a place where

The Sun never shines

Long ago my world was fertile

’Til we wrapped it in a haze

Now I’m looking for a new home

And this looks like the perfect place

Help me, Take my hands

No one understands

Help me, take my hand

We don’t stand a chance