Relative

They say time is relative

But what about us

Existing in states

Of longing ache or desire

making a fuss

about the way

the dice tumbled

when all we ever could do

was fumble on through

they say youth is wasted on the young

and yet

we lived it through

even it appears now as a dream

tearing at the seams

with the unlived life we longed for

so I ask myself this

were there ever truly

any mistakes

or was it just a case

of the faltering steps we took

along the path

to end up here

while using all that we learned

to build new paths

of freedom

joy

and self care?