Toe hairs

Night after night,
i find myself on the seat of my toilet.
looking down at my toe hairs; i hold
a razor in my right hand.

controlling the existence of my life,
my grip grows stronger and stronger.

i fall into a trance and hear the tick-tock'
of life pass me by..
visions of fear, hate, and LOVE
transcends into the bottomless pit of my mind.

maybe i should shave my toe hairs.