
My mind is a camera.
Pointed at my head.
Following me everywhere -
Recording all I’ve said.
*
The camera was so close,
In the early days,
I could hardly see a thing
When it got in my way.
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Then I got a little older
And that presence - it pulled back,
Catching family and friends -
From a corner in the back.
*
The further that it drifted,
The more that I could see
I saw the beauty of the world
And I saw less of “me.”
*
I can hardly see the camera lens,
It’s so far out there, now
And when I turn it on
I’m lost amongst the crowd.
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Yes, my mind is a camera
Slowly drifting far away
Till I finally let it go
On my last and final day.
About the Creator
Justin Day
Writer, poet, photographer, literary reviewer, and occasional doodler. I live in a little house in Nothern Kentucky with my partner Amanda and our dogs.


Comments (1)
I love the story of seeing the bigger picture as you grow in years