Relativity

It’s relative
The things I want
The things I need
The things I deserve
The world shared by you and me

It’s relative
The time passing us
The rhymes passing by
The space between memories
The moments shared between you and I

I’ve learnt how to accept the past
But what good is that
When I can’t accept the present
And I live in the future

It’s relative
The things we watch
The things we see
The things we’ve heard
The Earth shared by you and me

It’s relative
The heartbreaks and love
The laughter and cries
The pain, pleasure, and joy
The overlap shared between you and I

I’ve learnt how to accept the past
But what good is that
When I can’t accept the present
And I live in the future

Youth has passed
Not worried I’ve missed out on moments
But worried I’m missing out on moments
I’ve experienced more than I can describe
A persisting inescapable feeling from which I can’t hide
Compared to some others, all others, no others
It’s all relative

I’ve learnt how to accept the past
But what good is that
When I can’t accept the present
And I live in the future

Losing key memories
By not experiencing these
Keys to a life I’ve always dreamed
Blessed in some ways
Fortunate in others
But always searching, wanting, yearning
To realize dreams of which I’m not sure from where they came
If they were my own, derived from television, or via derivation are mine all the same
Some hope for what I have
I have a lot, and sure, I don’t take it for granted
Some hope for what I have
I’m running out of time for these wishes to be granted