I cannot see the world the same way they do,
On and on
I have tried and it’s true.
A weekend to do whatever we want to.
Side by side
under and over the moon.
Lately, the quiet crushes me.
Silence so long I don’t know where I stand
and it’s the only thing bringing me down.
Along with how the world is.
I don’t know where to stand.
When’s the silence over?
This normal isn’t right.
Seems nothing’s how it should be.
I do not flip forward through life like records.
Spin and spin,
centered and I wreck her.
A moment to make whenever coming soon,
Hand in hand
under and over the moon.
Lately, the quiet crushes me.
All the disappearing.
Slowing all the spinning.
this is your life chuck johnson 