We take photographs
because it's the only way
we can stop time
and bring it back on a future day
so we can sit and stare
and remember what we had
after it's no longer there
and it's bound to make us sad.

A lover's smile, a baby's eyes,
a younger you, the brand new car,
I conclude that the grass will be greener
anywhere other than where you are.

Does life get better or worse
or does it pretty much stay the same?
Do the photo albums make you cry
or the photo on the wall you framed?

The way I see it
there's no reason to do it
life is sad enough the first time around,
why would you want to review it?

Time should move on free
it should not be made to stay
and we'll never walk in greener grass
so I threw my camera away.