Be nice to your brain,
memory says you’ll need it.
Prep smiles for your heart,
serve it up what feeds it.
Take the time to figure you out,
this thing’s gotta get spinning again eventually.
Will you be standing where you were when it started?
Evening slows, a wondrous time to bloom,
some sort of sun’s gotta be coming soon.
Landing. Gently. Finally.
Standing outside under nothing but blue,
and I am understanding.
Send chills to your ears,
words will never leave ‘em.
Walk coasts with your eyes.
Waves know, best believe ‘em.
Standing under blue and
I am understanding.
this is your life chuck johnson 