The Picture

by: Surreal As Sunlight

My eyes are glued to this picture
Tracing every detail that shows
The line must be somewhere
I don't understand where this goes

I ask you that question
The one you've heard twice before
The answer is ambiguously pleasant
So that I can think some more

My fingers trace the edges
Wondering just where the edge is

We are here trapped together
In Kodak rich colors
And if life was that image
I would need no other