A look in
the mirror tells me
I could cut my hair tonight.
Don't you remember that feeling you get sometimes, if not usually, after you cut your hair? A hesitant moment, spanning days and nights, as your head acclimatizes itself to the shift in weight.
Maybe you can see better now with the hair out of your eyes.
Maybe you stagger, blinded by light, unfiltered
and you can't seem to hide the fact that you have been sleeping through class
and your best friend's wedding.
I could cut my hair tonight,
shave off those snakes
and watch as all those paralysing secrets slither away.
the mirror tells me
I could cut my hair tonight.
Don't you remember that feeling you get sometimes, if not usually, after you cut your hair? A hesitant moment, spanning days and nights, as your head acclimatizes itself to the shift in weight.
Maybe you can see better now with the hair out of your eyes.
Maybe you stagger, blinded by light, unfiltered
and you can't seem to hide the fact that you have been sleeping through class
and your best friend's wedding.
I could cut my hair tonight,
shave off those snakes
and watch as all those paralysing secrets slither away.
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