Picture perfect

Little did she know
Of What was going to Follow
Little would she Ponder
trying to be Hollow

A time machine to return
To the sailing moments
How so fast they just run
leaving behind the memory scent.

None of them would have tried
Them things and labels, all denied
They never agreed to a motion
Pick up silly fights in tiny proportions
Maybe to set aside the thinking machine
or Maybe to hide that ghost of emotion

So they wish this past could be a future.
A time well spent, perfect like a picture.

Snap.