Ambition

Make the rain fall, bastard child
A silver shower to drown thyself
And in the depths of thy success
Who shall you then caress?

Who will take thy hand and lead thee
Who will touch thee and deceive thee
When even thine own soul must leave thee?

Canst thou find efficiency
In thine own self-sufficiency
When souls are called unto account
Where shalt thou be?

Where art thou who once was near me
God knows, thou hast no need to fear me
Art thou lost, I cannot see thee
Can you even hear me?