So long behind the glossy wall,
Watch the world change so fast.
"Hey! Answer me!" To them I call,
They only look at me,
Their glance their first and last.
Different days, different people,
All look at me, but never 'see' me.
"Break me out!" My plea is simple,
But they only smile,
Never do they hear and set me free.
Nostalgic memories surface again,
Years went by,but wound still same.
The little boy who still had so much to gain,
Approached the old lady with shiny lens,
"Want a picture?" "I'm all game."
As I saw through the shiny lens,
The old lady turn wrinkled and red.
Her eyes; a shade to scare grown men,
Sucked me into camera's frozen frame,
And the world soon declared me dead.
My last expression, a smile of wonder,
Now graces the people feeling under-the-weather.
This black-white photograph lacks the colour,
Old lady snagged my life, but my soul,
Is still seeking pieces to gather.
They say camera traps your soul in picture forever,
And tell that a picture says a thousand words.
They never knew how true they were,
And as I stand behind this unbroken barrier,
My little plea is never heard.
So long behind the glossy wall,
Watch the world change so fast.
"Hey! Answer me!" To them I call,
But they never answer,
Their glance their first and last.
*~*~*~*~*
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