Hard to come by, it’s no surprise,
The flip of a coin,
Could never reveal the writing on the side.
But when it stops it states what it implies.
scratch a ticket, win a prize.
And I’m strutting through doorways,
To rooms empty of air,
Led astray by other places unwanting,
Rooms that cheat and play unfair.
Where did our time together flock to-
In space, within the galaxy’s spiral?
All the blending colors,
A ring to marry the night,
The epicenter, a pretty, little pearl-
Or a coin, or a room, or wanderlust.