Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

life is like a haircut

The ends of your hair split,
Or your hair simply gets too long.

Your hair is weighing you down,
Your current style is just wrong.

So you make an appointment,
Or you decide to just walk in.

You sit down in that chair with a sigh,
And they grab their scissors to begin.

Soon you have a fresh new cut,
And you're feeling like yourself.

Or maybe you just feel lighter,
Like when books are removed from a shelf.

The ends are nice and clean,
Healthy, fluffy, soft.

And then time goes on.

Your style changes, your hair grows, the ends split.

And you have to decide to get your hair trimmed once again, or live with the mess.