Step back, watch your head.
Step up, fresh paint man.
I can’t even say how I got here.
Connected me and
knocked myself out.
I believe I can feel now.
Little less thinking, it’s real now.
I wonder what happens next.
Let lost live behind me.
Make missed, maybe, find me.
I’m taking time to climb me,
but I don’t know how I’m doing this.
Yeah, fresh paint. Connected.
Uncertain how this happened.
Relax, rest your head.
Real life. Mailbox, man.
How am I still twirling in this dance?
If nothing’s wrong, I’m losing it.
Step back.
Watch your head.
this is your life chuck johnson 