Planetary Intervention

Yesterday I felt as though I could write everything, all my troubles and my worries would be fit for kings, now I struggle to get out a feeling and its simple and supossed to be seen

The desolation, I felt so lonely, I wanted to be recognized, I wanted to remind them but still have my private smirk and blind them, Thats when I could say what I mean

Now its happiness, no, no, its not happiness, its an I don't really care what takes my time up anymore, I am small and fallable, I am useless to them all, I shouldn't bother trying to impresss fake sacred imaginary kinds of pagans 

Saturn looks at me and says "You're welcome, I can see its what you need. Its the size and its the distance, Its the thought you found through me. Come on now. What does it matter? There a millions of babies."