Photographs remind us
Of all the life we’ve lived
And all the time
Which passed between
Of all the life we’ve lived
And all the time
Which passed between
Outside
The first layer
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
But it made
A man
Of the boy
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.