When

When the wind blows my hair making it look like porcubine spines I realise the fan is on too high When she doesn't return for a matter of months I realise it wasn't a joke when she said bye When my teeth fall out and my hair goes astray I'll put down my towel, let my jokes run dry All thoughts aside, i won't run, i won't hide My time i cleverly, sneakily bide I have aspirations, fears, dreams on my side Up in the clouds, way up there I look back and forth, no i look not stare I look up high and with desperation wonder why I want to scream and I want to cry When i think of duty, i think why should i?