I was obsessed with “Picture Perfect”,
I searched the world inside and out,
For a single moment I could say,
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 aside,
But looking back at the photos,
I can’t remember how the day was,
If I was going good or bad,
I’ ve just a snapshot of a moment,
That nobody even had,
So I gave away my Camera,
And use my eyes instead,
To take photos for the Scrapbook,
That I have made inside my head,
I always thought my Photos,
Were ways to make my moments last ,
But you remember Life much better,
When you don’t view it all through Glass.