My Mind is a Camera

My mind is a camera.

Pointed at my head.

Following me everywhere -

Recording all I’ve said.

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The camera was so close,

In the early days,

I could hardly see a thing

As 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 black.

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The further that it drifted,

The more that I could see

I saw the beauty of the world

And I saw less of “me.”

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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.