We often toss them into the water as we linger on edges of fountains for too long. We drown them and expect they will sprout into something more than what is worth tossing away. There, they choke as we peer down. Strange we never reach in and scrape them up to buy cake or some means to accomplish what we live for. Rather, we turn to Mother's pocket for a hopeful nudge at something to be proud of. Here, we toss in the cake or the means to achieve what we should be living for, in with the other wasted cents and sense. Shortly after, we walk over to buy cake but never the means to begin what we live for.