Slipped out of bed
as my love slept
so silently.
On my way out,
right then and there,
I took a knife
and cut my hair.
As I got dressed,
soon I felt
as though I could see
through every cloud.
Right then and there
I saw my life
as through a lens.
And though I wept
for what I'd shed
so violently
I had no doubt.
Right then and there
I drew a line,
right then and there.
