F-Stop Blues - Jack Johnson

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