Throw a rusting coin into the air and watch with bated breath as it dances with the wind.
Let it flirt with fate, changing partners between heads and tails, waiting for gravity to sink its claws.
Hear its sound of despair as it tries to steady itself. This dance is for you, as its glimmer beckons your hand.
So you reach out and put a stop to its song and dance. It rears its head like a newborn. It cries to you, asking you what you've done.
Without its weightless dance, it has lost its gripping beauty. You toss it with the others, letting it waste away till greedy hands grab onto it.
Or a young soul finds it, seeing the glimmer of hope beneath the rust and grime. And with a quick toss, lets it dance with fate once more.