Thru my zappy big zoom lens
I see people sitting sighing
I spy inspiration dying
But they don’t see me

Thru my funky fish-eye lens
Horizons holding up the sky
Line up to bid the sun goodbye
But they don’t see me

And thru my murky macro lens
Petals fall and lashes flutter
Babies bawl and old lips mutter
And they don’t see me

But through my misty mirror lens
I see someone reading something
Into every little dumb thing
But I don’t see me