F-Stop Blues

Hermit crabs and cowry shells
 Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
 He's waving at you
 Lift him up to see what you can see
 He begins his focusing
 He's aiming at you
 And now he has cutaways from memories
 And close-ups of anything that
 He has seen or even dreamed
 And now he's finished focusing
 He's imagining lightning
 Striking sea sickness
 Away from here
 Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
 How many years and you've barely even tasted
 Anything remotely close to
 Everything you've boasted about
 Look who's crying now
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 Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
 Incoming tide touches roots to expose them
 Quicksand steals my shoe
 Clouds bring the F-Stop Blues
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 Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
 How many years and you've barely even tasted
 Anything remotely close to
 Everything you've boasted about
 Look who's crying now