Look not on thy rich dream that has but not hurt. It is excess of life’s lips that corrupt. 

I taste these rich sweet dreams and conclude desire either a danger or delusion.

Sometimes people are poor before sunrise. But it is the part of learning.

Exempt from what is burdensome and excessive. With lifelessness, that brief rich

dream sparks urge to exist. 

Rich knows no color, religion, gender or political affiliation. Rich can be more

complex than love and life. 

I will never swim in money nor harvest money. Rich can’t buy your perspective or

compassion. 

And the rich here they are. The birth of the new, the slow of dawn. Not a

reflection of the rich value, super egos will survive. 

A rich ego can be a blowon a fire. Fire is sacred by no secret means. Never value being

rich it is who you have in your life. At times the rich have sour grapes.

With good fortune, unimaginable treasures gone in a split second. It all took away

the clouds and rolled back my heart.

 The money I saved doesn’t matter. Rich remembers its own name. With it you will

believe, that everything is possible.

Rich can be for some a place where you can find home. I can’t quite say rich is

a gift. I desire for rich to benefit others. Some get rich quick people have a heart but no

pulse.

They are set on a kind of freedom of lifestyle. A rescue of the self. The honest rich will

 in some way have the power to seal their future.

They must not claim life’s contracts bore by themselves. For all striving and

saving there is a light to tell their story