Snowflake, mermaid, stranded in the sand.
Corncob, cactus, seeking steady land.
Board game, phone call, bringing brighter smiles.
Outside, rooftop, man I miss that wild.
There’s gotta be hope out there somewhere
in this world that’s bursting apart.
She’s just singing, ‘Slow it down.
Storm’s not out to get you,
destroying things that we don’t need.
Exposing those disguising greed.
Right to the root of things,
clearing a path for you and me.’
Out of touch.
Railroad, cross town, trucking to a dream.
Red wine, two wheels, stitching up a seam.
Old pond, laughing, just like way back then.
Brown tail, wagging, happy, two best friends.
Looking back, they were out on the lake.
Hands on their hips, just standing on the water.
Four legs runnin’ around sampling pies on the ground.
Right to the root of things,
clearing a path for you and me.
this is your life chuck johnson 