It’s a two sided coin.
Both sides as acidic and spiked.
Yet each time you flip it,
The side you saw last seems so much better.
It’s never your choice which side lands face up.
But you do get to flip the coin,
You can call it into the air and hope.
You can be disappointed when it falls ‘wrong.’
It isn’t your choice.
The air had as much control as you.
All you could do was watch it fall.
You can always flip again.