Cam-Era
I wish I, did not write
Unlucky, fluffy like cloud is my heart
In center and somehow I have mind
Crazy like a cork on the waves, Wild Ocean
Up and down, left and right
In the car, on the roads, aimlessly I drive
All colors, red, green, and the shades of brown
Camera as we know is a box and an eye
Cornea, pupil and iris with some pipes
Genius memory, recognize
Don't wonder to see me mesmerized,
I am eye; where is rest?
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