Microcosm Lyrics

The old man stands on a rock

That isn't there

On a world that is

But isn't anywhere

He looks to the forest

With the trees ever so tall

Where no one is to hear them fall

And when they fall they decay

And worlds of bugs

Form where they lay

Floating through the empty void

Of one of these such worlds

Is a ship out of control

That spirals and twirls

Through astral space it goes

Heading to where no one knows

But the mind of the captain at the wheel

Proclaims that Trouble is not real

But the captain's mind is wrong

And the spaceship plummets on

And is crushed by the hands

Of a little boy who stands

In a park all alone

On a planet we call home