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