It’s right there in the pictures
The answer that you seek
The pieces of your story
And things no one will speak

Snapshots with perspective
A single point of view
It depends whether you are taking
Or if taking is of you

There’s truth there in the photos
And also many lies
We need to consult memory
Lest we only trust our eyes

So what is it we’re seeing
What was, or what could be
Depends who takes the picture
Was it you, or was it me?