My origins are a blur.
I can't remember my creator.
All I recalled was the pressure
of being marked by my maker.
Life became a whirl,
as I moved from place to place.
I met too many people to recognize,
for my double-sided face.
As I spin around to and fro,
so does the world.
I'm the mortar of people's lives,
I'm also the cause of war and strife.
Soon I landed with a lucky one, or so I thought.
Imprison in the belly of a monster, left to stagnate.
But hope wasn't lost.
My captive released me back to the world I knew.
I relived my earlier thrills and sate my adrenaline.
However all good things come to an end.
An unexpected fall and I found myself in a strange place.
A world as boring as its mechanisms.
Sounds of falling bombs never seen.
Others like me, their bodies stale with time's rust.
So here I lie waiting. For time's doom,
or a key that would set me free.