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