Saturn Return

At this point in my life
I've lived more days in pain than in pleasure
I pray I will attain an age
Where the ratio is revered

I still remember my small bedroom
I feel I could fit that life in palm of my hand
I remember so much
So early

I feel I lived my whole life in that one box
And I never dreamed of anything

And now my world is wide and wonderful
And I dream each night next to you

But you said last night that time means nothing to us
It's an illusion
We make our own schedule
Our days are long and filled with love
That's why time seems so deep now
Days are decades of pleasure
And years are centuries of contentment

28
My Saturn return on its way
How will I feel when I'm 40
And I've had 20 years of pain and 20 years of pleasure
How do you measure a day

I heard we don't measure distance in miles but it in minutes
Do we measure years in tears?