My Pluto Has Not Returned

I wonder If somebody will ever care About the things that I think I wonder If this dilemma will consume me Just like my memories Far too nostalgic for a man of my age I have been putting my heart down in words Since I was a teenager Fascinated by the eloquent verses Of the modern poets How rich, how cutting their choice of words Yet how insignificant Did they make me feel I wonder How many times I could've chosen better sentences To express my feelings My Pluto has not returned It never does and it never will I have never been there Yet for some reason I made it mine