There is no question,
And no questioning.
When the celestial forces command,
You must obey.

They stand greater than you,
Larger, taller.
The large will pick upon the small.
So bow and be meek.

You must do as they say.

Check the heavens every darkness,
Look for the messages they send to you,
Written out in stars, far above.

These pinpricks,
Breaking the black, giving light,
Look peaceful, beautiful, from here,
But closer to the burning ball of fire,
I'm sure the beauty is harder to behold.

And so we move ever forward,
Urged further, further,
By all that is bigger than ourselves.
Coerced into continual mobility.