Aug 2015
Went to the barber today,
Just to feel a razor at my neck.
So to, skipped a crosswalk,
Just to hear a horn.
I hopscotched the tracks,
But the yard’s been empty years.
So then tried the bridge,
When the wind’d never come.
Tomorrow’ll be lucky,
That’s what I tell myself.
That’s what I tell myself.
Just to feel a razor at my neck.
So to, skipped a crosswalk,
Just to hear a horn.
I hopscotched the tracks,
But the yard’s been empty years.
So then tried the bridge,
When the wind’d never come.
Tomorrow’ll be lucky,
That’s what I tell myself.
That’s what I tell myself.
Had my first "barber-shave" today; it was agreeable! Thought of this piece when the missus mentioned fragility and the slip of a blade no matter how strong the soul, aha!
