F-Stop Blues

Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at youLift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at youAnd now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusingHe's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from hereLook 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 nowDriftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them
Quicksand steals my shoes
Clouds bring the f-stop bluesLook 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