I want to freeze this moment in time,

Sitting cozy with my big woolly scarf,

My hair falls just right,

Its twisted and dry and its all mine,

I can see into my skin,

All its colours and density,

But where is film when you need it,

A friend to do you a favour,

My blank stare its always the same,

There is something nice about front teeth,

I can feel the brisk cold,

My head is on an angle,

A metaphor for any question,

Somehow I always look like a dag,

I guess I dont mind though,

Its part of my charm,

About this moment there is nothing to do,

From now on I’ll always remember,

My camera.