An obscene investment.
A life term deposit
With no return to be honest.
Simply change shamelessly spent
On slight desires of fickle intent.
And time lost, stolen by want
Breath wasted on a moment forgot. Gambling on a coin to come true.
But how’s a wish to persuade
What most leave to fate?
Another five nickels to waste…
“I’d kill for a second with you.”
The familiar “ting” with a splash,
As I enter my pin, deposit my wish,
And return to my life without you.
But as long as I love you I am not free.
—Bob Dylan, Biograph (via larmoyante)