Seems as if i carry a lot of loose change.
one at a time and one at a time.
a dark silouette fiddling inside
It's pocket. It takes a lot and It
takes a while, but where is the real
change? the change of a life time or
just a slight change? I am a teen
with an edgy life with wrinkles
on my forehead worried about
my next meal. I'm no one special,
but just a reflection of life
on a street corner.From nickle to dimes
to twenty-five cents.