Its a question not many can answer,
What is the price you pay to give away:
The identity you built from nothing,
The soul you patched together with sticky tape?
These trinkets are worthless to the buyer,
but to me their worth seems ever higher.

Needing just a little respite,
What would you give for that single second?
The last breath your lungs will breath.
The smile you keep locked and secure.
Tokens to a drunken gamblers addiction,
who wins you over with fanciful arts of fiction.