A strange thought in actuality
two aluminium cans in a bin
mass produced liquid in throw away tin
can somehow represent us, you and me
filled with hope and yearning to be free
carbonated potential, a small chance to win
lifelong happiness from a small code within,
system made goals shape our reality.
Those two used cans in the rusty old bin
will eventually be crushed with time
crushed into a new form, with a new prime
our permanence an artificial skin.
Yet we will be melted down and combined
love and legacy forever entwined.