This is a poem about being stuck, trapped and restless. It hints about missing the past, missing good times with good friends who moved to Australia... It's not a sad poem, it's a positive attitude towards a negative place where nothing is surprising anymore.
I'm a blur
And what crazy things have come to pass
Because times have changed from seasides, Adobe and maths.
Because where I stay I leave
What an unusefully short attention span
All the better for seeing mountains and trees.
I'm a fixation!
Still here after all, where sea has no blue
And waters don't fall.