I’m looking for my Carl,
someone aiming for the stars.
No matter how high, the sky’s the limit,
I’ve counted the years, days and hours, down to the minute.
I used to believe in the man on the moon, and the face on Mars,
it was science that came to the conclusion,
they were only an illusion.
I longed to find a way to him,
I never gave up hope, even when it seemed dim.
I’ve been patient, I’ve had to forestall,
but there was always the cosmos to enthrall.
I know he’s out there, among the multitude.
When I gaze above looking with wonder,
it’s with humility and and gratitude,
at the vastness and sheer number;
a backdrop on the grandest scale.
I know that somewhere, he is looking upward to,
and that providence will prevail.
Until that day, I feel the cosmos call,
I am part of it…
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