newbornvisions | Like Old Times (The Bald Head Ballad)

My hair looks the way it did my freshman year.

The way it did before I dyed it.

The way it did before I cut it all off.

Is stasis healing? Should I instead describe it as regression? What about rebirth? What beautiful metaphor can I make of such a simple thing.

I guess I can say it's symbolic. For the natural cycle of life. I tried to deny who I was but how can you deny the color of your roots when they're always just gonna grow right back in. It grows to be whatever color it pleases. And it will forevermore, without a doubt. No matter what I have to say about it. Maybe I just got it all wrong, so nature is making it right again. It's pretty funny to see the person in the mirror that you used to run so far away from. You still do sometimes.