Heads or tails...
Life feels like a test and do I surely fear to be caught up in all fails...
Follow through but don't be left behind,
many papers of many a currency, many a more faces, make a up different kind...

Life flipped up into the air, which face do I fall on,
A thousand dollars could make one sing, yet am I dared to sing along...
For this morning I woke up, felt closely like a broken quarter so please hand me a dollar in a metal piece...
Caught up in so much chaos, so don't wonder why I prefer to be left alone in my only peace...

Though I try to cleanse myself in fear of turning to dust,
One will try to price my soul as the price of a spec of dust...

Still flip a coin to see what that decision will get me, but with money not of my own...
Priced to be what people place is your worth. You act as you all know...

The knowledge of my wealth as you hold such a coin as just a metal piece,
Yet the very knowledge is only obtained from research and understanding. So please do not disturb my only peace...