As I travel through this life alone, I have only memories of
those long gone days. I had fun.....surely I had. It was all
so short lived. I have a Polaroid camera in My mind. I
always seem to catch the best part of the moment. Off camera
you don't see the anguish or the hopelessness. Always tryin'
to be part of the picture yet You seldom see me as I am the
One behind the Polaroid. I always capture the moment for the
rest to see

Flashes & images scroll cross my eyes I see bits & pieces of
a world so distant that even I am suspect of their
genuineness. Yet the colors are rich the textures feel
authentic the steel is cold the sun hot. Millions of flashes
of light, each one holding an image but before I can revel
in them they are gone Again I seem to be absent from these
flashes of life I stop by a small stream leaning over to see
if there is someone looking back at me. There is someone,
however I do not recognize Him. He holds a Polaroid