I don't care if you people read this or not. I'm doing this for me and only me to keep me sane and to find myself. Read, whatever you want, I don't care. *shrugs*
Selfies
Cameras flash in my face,
No a smile out of place.
Another person walks to me,
Clumped in a group, can everyone see,
Then click, the camera flashes,
In out eyes the flash then crashes.
Many moments captured a time
Where life seemed to perfectly rhyme.
The with this,
We can't miss,
Is that perfect is an illusion,
Now let me state my conclusion.
Perfect, what does it mean?
Is it something you have seen?
Or something that is pure?
Question is are you sure?
To be perfect is to be an angel in the sky,
Dressed in white and away you'll fly.
Pictures and perfectness are forever linked,
No one knows how much they are in sync.
They go together like they were soul mates
Who have gone out on a million dates.
People take selfies trying to capture each moment in life
Because they never know when they may take the knife.
Illusions are all around us, don't you know,
Even in the wind that will gently blow.
Dear selfie, wont you see?
This is how life's supposed to be.
So free, so happy, so oblivious to everything
Which was a time that I could just sing!
That was when we actually did have a say.
Many look back and wonder if that could be everyday.
But, we continue on and capture more moments as selfies,
So, dear selfie, can I go back in time and relive that moment, please...?
