Make a wish and toss a coin in
An old tradition that all can join in
Who draws the line?
Does it take an artist’s eye
To determine what piece of art is truly fine?
Who set the standard
To which we’re all confined?
Who chose the theme?
It’s nothing more than theory
When you clearly know the scheme
When your friends are staring at you
Expecting you to lead
Yet the simple act of asking for
Direction only means
Closing doors, floored
By the liability and nothing more
Like a beggar born
When the coin has gone extinct
Can you spare a second chance
When you avert your gaze
I swear that second glance
Would make you burn away
The bridge you think you’ve built
Down to the beams
You think you live a life fulfilled
I think it’s bursting at the seams
I feel empty
I feel seen
Yet still obscured
Like the space between
The wired screen
And the lock to your front door
Like the fountain in a mall
No longer filled with any stores
A monument to forsaken dreams
In a place we once adored
Yet long forgotten
I feel empty
(Make a wish)
I feel seen
(And toss a coin in)
Yet still obscured
(An old tradition)
We all can join in
When your friends are staring at you
Like you robbed them of their wings
It can drain the tears
That you used to fill up
Your fountain of self esteem
Closing doors, floored
By the liability and nothing more
Than a wish on a copper coin
In a cashless society
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