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