Clouds may blow past
But memories last
And the sun in this sky
Hears me wondering why
Today is the day when I realize the truth
That the young are wasting our youth
And the wind in my hair is the only one
That will blow in this moment with the sun
Every moment is its own and nothing shall repeat
All these inaccurate snippets, soon captured and neat
Compiled together, this scrapbook's our life
Whether glued with our tears or cut with a knife
All images, candid and raw and most honest
Our life under wraps is the one we wear on our wrist
For the whole world to see if they'd only look close
It's the version of life that is not shared the most
But this version is always the most needed read
For to know all the person is to know the whole deed