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
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion Incoming tide touches roots to expose them, Quicksand steals my shoe, Clouds bring the f-stop blues
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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