Picture Perfect

I was obsessed with ‘Picture Perfect’,
I searched the world inside and out,
Looking for a single moment when I could say,
This is what life’s all about.

My life was viewed through lenses,
My camera- a medal worn with pride,
I thought it held the moments,
That I’d always keep inside.

But looking back at the photos,
I cannot remember how I felt,
The noises that the world made,
Or the way the warm air smelt.

I don’t remember how the day was,
If it was going good or bad,
I’ve just a snapshot of a moment,
That nobody even had.

So I gave my camera,
And now I use my eyes instead,
To take photos for a scrapbook,
That I’ve made inside my head.

I always thought my photos,
Were ways to make moments last,
But you remember life much better,
When you don’t view it all through the glass!

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