A myriad pictures flash past the eye
Glimpses of childhood, stills of joy
Flowing blue waters and silvery skies
The colours are faded and the edges are frayed
The parchment is brittle and the frame is worn
But the smile in the eyes of that innocent child
Still looks like a rainbow on a rain drenched isle
Is it the gloom of the haze outside
Or the passing of years that dulls the eye
The pictures I took on my last vacation
Seem so very vacant, listless and grey
What do we seek from this journey called life
Or doesn't it matter if we know not at all
Laughing and crying we stumble through time
Until we're hung up in an old picture frame
