The focus will never be on everything,
And the lighting won’t always be perfect,
It may not always be what you want,
And will doubtfully be what you need,
But here’s the kicker:
Life through the lens is powerful.
An object of my desire is my everything,
Whether it’s dim or brilliant,
And whether the feelings are mutual.
I choose my focus.
It is mine to desire,
The memory mine to keep,
The reality of it distorted,
But it is my truth,
Framed by the limited of life through the lens.