Reminiscence Marc Chagall

I'm beside myself In a haze that some call 'rose tinted' In a phase that others call 'seeing red' In the photographers dark room, just looking over everything, nothing yet developed fully Too much is spoiling as light floods in I wanted to have it all figured out I wanted to have given it all time Of course we're smiling and it's the day I bought flowers And there's a click, click, click of untaken photographs They are in a dark room too I'd spoil them if I could I did try and flood them with light Please don't look to me to describe the corners and edges I just want to breathe in and out Try and spot some solid ground But there's none Just scene after scene of disorder That I see through a distorted lens It can only be my fault I'm writing the descriptions on the back Not making sense of it And I'm so very sorry That's my last line.