Parking meters/Coin Dollars.(falling of the edge of the world)

On the edge of the world,
I begged for change,
From the automated parking attendant,
Where I had lodged my brain.
He denied me my due,
And in a loving "screw you"
Gave me a coin dollar
As useless as muddied water,
A certain atypical change,
That people only collect and bane,
Much like what’s left of my soul,
Chiseled off and sold for coal,
That keeps the fires of ghost town's burning,
And I find another lesson I'm learning,
Even dead I have no use,
Lighting the way for a palace without truth,
And this ironically reminds me why I came,
To the breathless end of this celestial ball's plane,
I set my foot over the ledge,
And disappear over the edge,
Only to find myself back at the start,
I suppose they told the truth in part,
The world was round from stop to start,
And now I find just one more part,
One more thing I can't do right,
I can't even disappear from human sight,
I glance back into eternity,
Laid out before me gracefully,
I take a running leap, and here I stand,
With my feet firmly planted on dry land.