I like this. Most poems here are outpourings of personal feelings, and they're wonderful and obviously necessary for the poster as if it were their blog; you can't critique or dissect those without being something of a shit, but just empathize.

But this one was more of a scenario in free verse, a flight of imagination; a strobing montage of images (the flash of all those cameras) that cleverly told a story of the disconnect between dreams and reality. Damn says it all.

Still we can dream. And dreams shouldn't be underrated For a while there I couldn't even do that...
~hugs, Veronica