The track its on
An everwinding spiral
Winding down
A path that slowly
Swirls it into
That trapped space
Until you reach in and grab it
It just sits there
Sits there and gets staler by each second
I think that process honestly starts
When you put the quarter in
Your mouth waters
Wanting it
It looks so inviting
Enticing to the eyes
Your Lips press against it
Anxiously waiting
Until you BITE
Chewing until it gets
Tough
The flavor only lasts for 30 seconds
Anyways
You'll just spit it out and start that process all over
Life
