BALLAD

“The sun is just a copper coin,
I flip in bets against the void,
Imitating choice,
’Til I feel good again, I’ll keep them in a tin can,
Then I’ll have copper coins to spare.

Will you remember me when our spirits scatter off?
I know I’m an artist cause I just can’t stand the thought,
That a love as beautiful as ours could be
Forgotten.”