Camera you're my place of rest
Through whom my vision works the best
Through your lens, perspectives gained
Your images on my mind engrained
When I cannot face the day,
Behind your mask I hide away
Captured time within your grasp
The sense of hope to which I clasp
Each image teaches me to see
With crisper eyes of clarity
Contorting time, we waste our day
To face this life in our own way
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