The Coin

I carry a coin in my right pocket,

And let it decide my destiny.

Throw it in the air spinning,

And you don't know what the outcome's going to be.

Destiny, then,

Will have to decide,

When I enter

A confused state of mind.

But this is not true.

Don't let the coin decide for you.

Because most of the time I see fit,

To make up my mind,

And choose against it.

Because in the end,

I can't let this be.

I refuse to put my life,

in the hands of money.

YOU decide your life, NOTHING else!