Behind the Camera

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Behind the camera is where I stand.

Surveying over the land.

There I stand, hidden from view.

Your eyes at the object in my hand.

My lens peering back at you.

 

Behind the camera you don’t see me.

Hair frizzy as can be,

Thick glasses, smudged and scratched

Are all ignored by your smile, so pretty. 

While the essence of our souls are unattached.  

 

Behind the camera it is all about you.

I am merely an object for your gaze to pass through.

From my perch, I hide, I cower.

My ambitions, desires, so true,

Locked away like Rapunzel in a tower.

 

Behind the camera I am in my domain. 

Every secret hidden, only allusions remain.

All my hurts, habits, and hangups

Enclosed in vain.

Ignored and forgotten, my life’s hiccups.

 

Behind the camera I am free.

My creativity buzzes like a bumbling bee.

I answer to no one for I am not truly there,

Just a wave tossing and turning about the see.

Out of your gaze, I carry on without a care. 

 

Behind the camera is where I stand.

Surveying over the land.

There I stand, hidden from view.

Your eyes at the object in my hand.

My lens peering back at you.

 

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