We attach meaning to the most random things
Do you ever wonder why?
We see it and suddenly think
Oh, that’s me, that’s so me!
I look at my curls as I glide past random mirrors
No gel or mousse holding my ends
Just my hair flying, frizzy and wild
Wait! That’s me!
Wild and free or just untamed
Just embracing the wind as it blows
Letting it shape me however it sees fit
And i wonder ,why crunch and coil
If it’s going to break out of the cast anyways?
Might as well let it breathe.
