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.