We stand on our Quarters
Larger than Life
Submitting our twenty-five cents
We lift one foot
Anticipating a walk
Towards the edge,
Towards the grooved rim of the sliver circle

We reach the edge,
Within one step, not far,  
We have not the freedom to step off our Quarters
Silver stability must remain our foundation
And a retreat backwards  
Makes constant cowards, so
Changing our direction is the only Truth.
Reorienting, 180 degrees, facing a new path
We have Liberty to walk again.
**** us if we don’t walk again.  

But soon we have reached the other edge.
No different than the first.
It keeps us from leaping, frozen on our funds.
Yet, we also know not the deprivation
Of falling off our coins,
The black abyss.  
Is True freedom Complete freedom?

It makes no difference how we walk on our Quarters,
To walk, perambulate around their boarders,  
One constant remains:
We are always on the edge of change.