Tell me who is richer
The man with ten thousand
Possessions who can’t
Fathom tranquility, searching
To bolster his collection,
Disregarding ability actualized
In desires minimized, searching
For nothing more than a hollow path to cope.
Bastardizing hope, twisted scope.
Or the man without. Within. Inverting wisdom,
Preserving what has never been done,
Acting as one, loving through all,
Acknowledging and acting upon the rift
Separating sunrises and pay raises. Praises,
Spaces and innocuous faces
All pass around him without effect
Except to inspire fire fueling
Footsteps filled with simple solidarity.
An acuity exists.
An effort persists.
The whispering road paved with stars to the rich.