Thoughts blowing in the wind,
Visions like autumn leaves
Swirling about, momentarily
Caught in the lens of clarity, only
To be swept away again, sans focus.
I am THAT camera, the magical toy
Created for today’s memories left
To search for an image tomorrow.
Why this struggle to wade through
The vast wasteland of hedonism
If there is nothing worth saving?
Perhaps, I am just that tyro with
A camera only to have a blind eye.
The journey continues, propelled by
The belief that beauty does exist and
Can be saved through the lens of hope.