Transcendental viewpoint
Staring, in observe mode.
Linked to your every move
Breaking down single actions
Every little single thing you do
It's Godly to me
Nothing or nobody has ever seemed more
Divine
Simply pouring a glass of a water
Into a hourglass frame
I could have slid my feet
Across your hardwood floor
And still sent electricity to your touch
Thank the Universe
I'm chilled in your clutch
How do you do that?
Add fuel to my fire
Yet, keep it contained
Every single amber of ash
Controlled within you.
what Godly planet did your energy originate from?