Grab my trusty, rusty coin
flip it into space
snag it in a sweaty palm
again its come up tails
wink and nod, an evil grin
I guess its time to sin
sheathed by a whirlwind of spite
upending all your pieces of art
a symphony of crashes and clangs
as they all disintegrate
lovely mist of colors and dust
the grit sets in my teeth
my spit tastes like faith and delusion
there's too much in my bloodstream
affecting all perception
time to ride the waves of euphoria
panoramic view of life lies before me
walk up to the window
oh damn, the glass is gone
I wanted to look, experience? too much for me
crusty eyed yawn back to reality
a fork in the road splitting the stream
pull out my coin again and give it a flip
compatriot gasps as it drops down low
"why do you put so much faith in chance?"
when the faces corrode and theres nothing to show.

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Chance is all I have to

Chance is all I have to comfort me, not so much fun when you know how most things pan out... I love the unknown with passion, I hunger for it! Inspiring ideas in your poem mr. HugSS

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