The Great Progression

THE GREAT PROGRESSION in my own little world i rule beneath the shadow of the son where the universe revolves around me i look down with my nose to the sky at the satellites that grace my space a melodic counterpoint of matter the anti-me is out of phase-in-tune these cosmic harmonies sing to me from that vacuous grey macrocosm where know won can ever no in my own little world i serve i listen to the man upstairs it seems that he knows everything i don't think there is a god but he don't like it when i think oh the chapters that we have bound the pages darkend by his words commanding hope and fear into our souls we don't see him pull the strings but we cannot disobey in my own little world i exist beneath the shadow of the sun where i must yield to everything i look up with my eyes in the dirt at the worms that lace my face as we enter the great progression the stocks that fall leave us depressed trading treasures to tread the turf and if no one tries to find a balance the lives we live will lead to loss