Theory of Relativity

There was a time when my fears could be buried
In the creases of a lover's skin
Doubts drowned by tender kisses, I felt free
Yet freedom is relative I've learned.

The distance between fairytales and harsh reality
Is never far, given the will to dream
Yet the heart can't will itself to never awaken
And reality isn't the given it seems.

Life is an endless series of passages and shelves
The store where you can't find
That one thing you always thought you wanted
By simply floating from aisle to aisle.

Truth courses somewhere in my veins still
Hand in hand with my loving nature
Yet my blunt and brutal tongue can't betray
The lies I won't even admit to myself.

There was a time when I found myself silenced
Enveloped in the flesh of another
Bound by passions yet unfreed, and still
Freedom is relative.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You have a amazing mind. I like this poem a lot. Each statement adding up to the answer at the end. Freedom is a term we can't grasp properly. It scare us and we desire it at the same moment. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We can tend to lose own own skin when we to wrapped up in the flesh of another...
Very well stated... I was particularly drawn to this verse...

Truth courses somewhere in my veins still
Hand in hand with my loving nature
Yet my blunt and brutal tongue can't betray
The lies I won't even admit to myself.

Nice to see you back and sharing your talents with us.

[James Paulin]

An enlightened poem that slips the self deception of temporary illusion and sees freedom in reality. Nicely written.