Journey of a Day

Usher said "let it burn..." like that when a young girl experiences her first perm; but its hard, because my heart continuously yearns to know that its really my turn. It hurts, real bad; like I'm crushed by 666 lbs of fresh Earth. And this dirt; it can't be cleared. That's why for the first time in years I've shed my first tear. For you, this gypsie, this mystery, who somehow I allowed to get to me. Her victory, my loss. And to think I thought that I was the Boss. Tricked me; by such a sweet treat. I just don't know if this is the last week. I'm weak, weakend, and at my weakest low. I'm dug deep in a hole because I let my heart show. Do I close; or do I try and get closer. Will I end up another memory on the wall... a poster. The questions we encounter on an emotional rollercoaster.