Focus me on presents
Yet you set me down in pasts
My frame click, click, clicks
On all the things to last

My flowers never die
My faces never age

if I could lie
on this beach with you
all day
every single day
then
every single night of
every week
I wouldn’t have
fish hooks
in the corners of my mouth

How do people know
     when to smile at the snow
What do people think
     while their drowning in the drink
Why do people lie
     as they look up towards the sky
When do people act
    as they know no other fact
Where do people laugh
     to forget about their past
Who do people see
     as they look above the sea