Hieroglyphics

I found a gray hair in the top of my dome, I could have freaked but it has a story of its own. See every gray hair has a rhyme and a reason, I can probably name the time or the season. We color them, we pluck them, heck we buy Grecian formula. No matter what you do they are some unruly lil suckas. I've learned to embrace the silver strands they are walking me through the present, never forgetting the past. They don't mean you are old, that's just a state of  mind , doesn't mean your all wisdom because I've met some q-tips that couldn't tell their head from their behind. What they tell you is life if free and yet funny . Don't run from your hiero's embrace them like money. See your creator he knows all the hairs on your head, even the little ones

you have colored in red.