Haircut (VI)
And maybe, one day, I'll just decide
To open my window and
let them go.
Watch them drift downwards
Until they come to rest
At the bottom of my ivory tower.
Among the other worn-out dreams, and faded hopes, and discarded memories.
To open my window and
let them go.
Watch them drift downwards
Until they come to rest
At the bottom of my ivory tower.
Among the other worn-out dreams, and faded hopes, and discarded memories.