In the eyes of a coin, the life is pretty simple
Sitting in jars filled with pennies and nickels
Used to infer a trait of indecisiveness
Often people only really notice their likeness
So look a little closer and you'll find originality
Seeking out the details, you will find some personality
But when they're being flipped
They all serve the same purpose
The price they have to pay for existing
Is being seen as only homogeneous
It's not fair
Posted in response to the challenge Coin.
As the start of my end arrives, I am asked why things had to be like this. An elaborate request at the hand of my enemy; a question that I no longer know how to answer.
He finds his leaf, he finds his fame,
In the spotlight, he is arranged.
Or so he was when this first began,
But now it's too much
So in private, he stands.
He stands with himself,
Day and night he awaits his moment,
never applauded, never appreciated,
never in the spotlight.
He longs for a time
when he is recognized for his mind,
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