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
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