I want the world in my hand

I want the world in my hand.
Atlas I demand it.
Fingertips hold dust.
Scraping what we must.
In between full of musk.
Demanding what demons lust.
Wonder what we ponder.
Wander what we linger.
Saturn turns around my fingers.
Calm days in my palm.
Calm haze in my psalms of song.
Write a new bible.
So what I'm liable.
Lets not wait to ponder more.
Fore score and seven years.
More torn and heavens ears.
A man beyond his years is just a boy with many tears.
Fears embalming searing pain.
Where's the lane change for the lost.
That's a pain famed for a cost.
Change blamed for the fought taught defeat.
Repeat these words and you'll linger.
Retreat. I deserve Saturn's ring around my finger.
I burn for the world in my hand.
Its not a demand.
I simply yearn for the world in my hand.