If the distance were cut in half
And you could do simpler math
If the angle were cut, I’d still appear obscure

The closer you get to me
The further away you’ll be
Better to secure a set of binoculars

If the ocean were not so deep
Then onward to me you’d creep
Only to find, I’m even more a blur

I don’t mean to be so cruel
Hold you to all these rules
But I would prefer, you use your binoculars

Yes I am sure, don’t say I didn’t warn you first
Better to secure a set of binoculars