Spinning Coin

Once was still, now spins and spins
Around and round, circles and whims

Not sure where it’s going, or where it will land
It spins and spins around and again

Catch glimpses of light and of sparks
It keeps turning, shadows of dark

Not knowing when it will stop
Heads or tails on top?

The questions begin, but they do no good
Around and around, it will land where it should 

It just keeps spinning, like it will not end
You are ready to know. Beginning or the mend?

You hang on tight, and just like that it shakes
You are ready for answers, good you will make

It wobbles and jitters as it falls into place

And finally you see, the win was worth the race