Relativity

A person in a person,

Bundled up with twine

Wanting to escape their shell

But it's never the right time

They are within a house,

And the house within a world;

A world inside an hourglass,

The sands inside a fist.

The fist belongs to a man -

Call him what you will

God, Lucifer, you or me -

It's really just the same.

The man is adrift the cosmos,

Swimming in a sea

Of silver-studded hopes and dreams,

Their clashes a symphony

But the ocean isn't endless,

It's banks are up ahead.

The fears, the worries, the regrets

Are all but dirt upon the ground

The waters and mud combined,

They are encircled by a sky
Is it limitless potential
Or just another lie?

A house, a world, a glass, a man, and whatever follows next

Are all but homes we build ourselves -

Or perhaps cages describes it best

All these held together, they are contained

By one inescapable prison

Ensnared, enamored, irrevocably held

Within the borders of an ever-flowing mind