Full Life

Days rolled on, I could not track seconds, Minutes I was barely aware of, Hours I had perceptibly noticed, And days rolled on, Days rolled on into weeks/months, Months also had to roll, They did so into years, By the time I finished one year, And got on to the next, I had forgotten most of the past, And remembered it vague, Like a film roll, That had lost silver, And was dull and bright only in patches, Stumbling and strutting years rolled on, I had not yet fallen, I had a century, perhaps more, perhaps less, life was a fixed time travel, and an experiment to hilt, In this life it is not possible, That I could get it to unravel full.