In Coins,Not Time

As I stand tall

In the market,

The price they offer me

Falls below my cost.

What I lose—

Not just money,

But worth in eyes

That measure me in price.

I feel the sky

Drift apart from the moon

I set my course for.

I feel the moment

Detach from the world

I long to be within.

Like value unseen,

Like beauty blurred,

I remain unsold—

Not for lack of shine,

But for being unmeasured

In coins, not time.