Have you ever asked the question
How do pictures work?
They're just images of fleeting times
But worth a thousand words
I've got a box of thousands
In this box they're safe at last
They're memories all stored away
Of my childhood and my past
What happened to those people ?
Who were captured for a second
I guess some died and some grew up
At least, that's what I reckon
Sad images and happy ones
Just echos never heard
But memories come flooding back
Each one....a thousand words
That holiday, the fishing trip
A birthday that was fun
Each just a sliver of your life
A time that is now done
Look back and you are younger
All those people still alive
That picture of you at the lake
Where you first learned how to dive
They all sit here inside the box
Not one can be discarded
For each one is a piece of me
Of how my whole life started
There's some I can't remember
Really, more than you should know
And some, well..there's that hairdo
That's just one I'll never show
You look at them and wonder
What possessed me on that day
To take a picture of that place
And now, I could'nt say
Most names are lost to memory
But the faces I recall
I might know who some are in them
But I do not know them all
I wish that as I see them
I could spend more time with them
It would be just something special
To share a moment once again
For now, the box is hidden
In a cupboard, in the back
A box of little snippents
That have made up my lifes track
You look at some and wish
You could always stay that way
But life is not a fairy tale
It isn't Dorian Gray
Best put the pictures back now
Bring them out in years to come
For their story of a thousand words
Must start with only one
Don't throw away one photo
For each one fills in a hole
They're a picture of your being
And they all make up your soul
It's amazing how a picture
Wakes your mind, gives it a ****
Have you ever really wondered
Juist how do pictures work?
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
Have you ever asked the question
How do pictures work?
They're just images of fleeting times
But worth a thousand words
I've got a box of thousands
In this box they're safe at last
They're memories all stored away
Of my childhood and my past
What happened to those people ?
Who were captured for a second
I guess some died and some grew up
At least, that's what I reckon
Sad images and happy ones
Just echos never heard
But memories come flooding back
Each one....a thousand words
That holiday, the fishing trip
A birthday that was fun
Each just a sliver of your life
A time that is now done
Look back and you are younger
All those people still alive
That picture of you at the lake
Where you first learned how to dive
They all sit here inside the box
Not one can be discarded
For each one is a piece of me
Of how my whole life started
There's some I can't remember
Really, more than you should know
And some, well..there's that hairdo
That's just one I'll never show
You look at them and wonder
What possessed me on that day
To take a picture of that place
And now, I could'nt say
Most names are lost to memory
But the faces I recall
I might know who some are in them
But I do not know them all
I wish that as I see them
I could spend more time with them
It would be just something special
To share a moment once again
For now, the box is hidden
In a cupboard, in the back
A box of little snippents
That have made up my lifes track
You look at some and wish
You could always stay that way
But life is not a fairy tale
It isn't Dorian Gray
Best put the pictures back now
Bring them out in years to come
For their story of a thousand words
Must start with only one
Don't throw away one photo
For each one fills in a hole
They're a picture of your being
And they all make up your soul
It's amazing how a picture
Wakes your mind, gives it a ****
Have you ever really wondered
Juist how do pictures work?
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