The Planets-Saturn

how many hours have passed? how many minutes have fled? how many seconds have I suck open my thumb? not knowing how useful it wasn't my eyes my eyes have seen such many things things that linger in my mind things that have been long forgotten things I wish that I have never been a part of things I wish i could tell myself to follow but all these eyes tales have already passed and cannot be retold for my benefit which I'm sure many others could do the same if the fortune came to them heavy are these lids creased with small... wrinkles? so many wrinkles so much heaviness heavy heavy heavy heavy so much weight on me! I cannot breath in such foamed air was I young? did my skin not have these many written sentences across them? each of them speaking in cursive when I dated when I lied when I paraded when I cried what age did I turn into that has made me not remember my love of youth?