When the toll for the ferry comes, how do you pay what exists not?
I have foreseen this very tale of woe and misery,
where time not ripe expires, and falters at the edge of gain and loss.
For those taken too deep fail to emerge,
and yet are ahead for all the rest.
To turn and wheel a little, one's momentum has been lost
and the cost becomes too much,
but where shall the change coin go?
To the pocket of the dealer, with the little package of white,
and it trails to you like the flakes of snow...
Oh but, it isn't as sweet or naive; the looks it can send
shall tumult thee participant
of discredited knowledge.
The rings on your watch screech over,
and then tilt while spilling over but luck is all out,
and you're nothing but the lout.
Given the chance you'll take over and reap
that which you stole, with glory you never behold
but bitter to the end;
it will do onto you what you'll get
and all of what is left over.
...but to where shall the change coin go?
Shintai_Makoto Community Member 
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