Uh oh, there that goes
hiding in the wind again.
Think so? I don’t know,
why not try it all again?
Something’s gonna work out sometime,
I’ve seen it through my own squinted eyes,
flying in the sky
leaving no trail behind.
Sometimes there are two up there watching.
They could be in a room like this too.
Processing years in around sixty minutes,
reflecting on all times.
Soldering all the pieces.
Making sense of years.
In a room like this too.
Oh no. Did not show.
Why’d I leave that in there?
Hello. Morning glow.
Wide eyed dreams of sleep in there.
He puts on his mask and walks out the door.
Floats down the stairs, the feeling there’s more.
this is your life chuck johnson 