We think about the stars and how they stretch,
Away from all of us eternally,
And all the information we can't fetch,
Into our brains because it's just too much
And we get headaches even if we try,
To understand the speed of light and such,
And what's beyond the sky, beyond the sky.
And that's what seeing you does to my brain,
Just twenty years ago you were so young,
And now you're all grown up. Time is a train,
That leaves us shaking heads with speechless tongue.
I hug you all and hide my verging tears,
And stare back down the lonely path of years.