The Difficulties of Dilemmas

I watch the scissors cut away the dead ends

And I feel myself getting lighter.

I see my face change in the mirror

And I smile in delight.

I muse, a simple solution to a difficult dilemma.

Just like the saying "When in Roam"-

Or perhaps it is Rome?

Either way, I am roaming in this pile of uncertainty

Parked next to a playground out on Highway 21.

Minutes later, I am sitting on your bed noticing how

Your eyes are squinting to see the future

And your preoccupied smile means

There will be wet dreams tonight.

Next thing I know, I am holding a boarding pass

Waiting on a plane to take me away from this boredom.

I hear the gate number being called and

I board the plane holding all my baggage.

I never leave my baggage with the front desk.

So when I check into my hotel,

I take the elevator up to the tenth floor and I find

That when I open the room, you are sitting on my bed

Right where my pillow mint should be.

Then scenes change and seasons change and

Now I am holding the hand of a man in a black tuxedo.

We are talking about sickness and health

And suddenly I hear myself say,

I do.

And I'm not even the Bride.

Quite odd, don't you agree?