Walking back from the salon
each step turns into a muse
why did i not make it stop
why did i not let it loose?
after all it was the scare
of the scissor's so bright glare
why did i let it nip my tongue
and render my limbs useless and bare?
i watched them fall and i cried
i looked at my future stepping aside
into the darkness and out of the light
leaving me in all my plight
i turned to my fairy godmother,she said
it's time you climbed into my comfort bed
so i did, with all my sad stories to tell
she told me to look in the window of hell
there was crying, wailing, an air of despair
she said, "Do you know what lies out there?"
"Kids cry for food and a mother, for love
is but found in a priceless treasure trove!
They know no smiles, no tears of joy.
All they know is pain in an endless envoy."
"Find yourself here, and i will grow back your hair"
"You know, sadness and joy never made a pair!"
I closed my eyes to view the world I couldn't see
and let my tears fall, they had set me free
I opened them and there was my phone, ringing
and i greeted it with a voice that was singing
That was really good timepass; you know, when you're all idle and bored and can't think of anything to do, so you go to the salon to get a haircut just for the heck of it?
No?
Well, it must be me then, and not the recession, or exams or age.
Tomorrow, I'll be visiting the dentist.
