The camera lies:
When you move I see you snap clear
The circus red blue and orange
No match for your ecstatic ruddy cheek
Baubles fall in time past your swirl
As you climb the upslide
The camera's eye
Froze on the smiler behind
Though he may, posing, have falsified his moment
Truer still may be the deepest pouter
Clutching what he has got tight
Letting "left out" trump his right to play
To let go the car and watch it fall its path
You care not, or else for naught
For you will make your choice to stay in motion
I will let you go
And I will see you through
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