Haircuts in heaven

Parable or inside joke.
Not sure of the bicyclist, white shirt and tie, knew of that which I spoke.
Twirling my baton, my symbol of authority, freely down the avenue, revealing blue hair.
I was proud, wanting to share, maybe it was too much to bear, just now.
The way out is the way in.
Is the trouble worth the pain?

My young angst choosing rage. Unseen chains, bound me today.
Like an armless man wanting to hug, fear has the upper hand.
desperate, reckless, confused
Can't hear praise. Must work harder, next time. Will there be a next time?
Heimlich has a manuever named after him.
Expectation needs mouth to mouth.

Just take a little off the sides please.