In the mosaic of life, a puzzle I contrive,

My "game life" unfolds, as moments come alive.

I gather the possibilities, shuffle them with glee,

Time, a crumpled manuscript, rewritten by me.

 As age weaves its design, some memories may sway,

Yet in the time machine, they dance, and I replay.

I roam, a camera of the heart, in search of the sublime,

Capture, pause, in this eternal march of time.

 In this endeavor, I, the camera, blend, and dwell,

Revealing my world, in each image's spell.

Pearls of memory, a treasure within my soul's seashell,

This intimate, exclusive diary, where my stories swell.