Choices in Plastic

I stand before choices, wrapped tight in their glare,

coins glimmer like promises, waiting to share.

The whirr of machinery, a click of the key,

a moment suspended, just waiting for me.

Should I take a chance, indulge in the sweet,

or pass by the window, accept my defeat?

The line of bright snacks, a siren’s cruel call,

like dreams out of reach, I can’t have them all.