The constant jangle of coins we are
surrounded by,
drowning in
as we struggle to pull ourselves up…
to breathe.

There’s nothing to spend the luck on,
this currency isn’t fungible
and once we free ourselves from the weight of it all—
if we ever do
—that’s it.

The burden of time,
the blessing of life.
Lottery of the damned,
serendipity of the living.
We all hit the jackpot,
we all struggle to smile.