An Eye On My World
My world is sometimes bright and breezy;
The people great,
The living easy.
My camera sees my world and sighs;
The vivid greens,
The azure skies.
At others my world is silent and dark;
Birds don’t sing,
Dogs don’t bark.
On these days my camera cries;
The lifeless hills,
The lowering skies.
Each morn as from my sleep I rise
My world expands before my eyes;
Through my camera’s lens I see
What my world will hold for me.
Every day my cameras talk to me;
They are my closest friends you see.
Is my world filled with obsession?
No, I simply suffer from depression.
