Flip a coin in the air; it spins ten times —
Be it uncertainty what the coin lands.
But the obvious is in of the two signs.
For the line is drawn into the white sands.
Still, the decision of choice starts to climb,
Because there is no middle in the end.
But where do we draw the last complete line?
One loser reaps what the other might send.
Decisions might seem many and plenty,
But two choices are left for eyes to see.