A Poor man,
And a Rich man,
Live in a hotel,

One man pays for his room,
Always two months in advance,
But before he could move in,

He had two months to wait,
He slept in the street,
Cold, wet, and sore,

The other man,
Who pays one day at a time,
Has already moved in,

One day both men die,
Both were successful,
But one was happier,

You see we call one rich
Because he has paid in advance,
He has no immediate bills,

And we call one poor
Because he has bills each day,
He has not prepaid,

But the poor man is happier in death,
He never slept on the street,
He has enjoyed his wealth and life,

The rich man is dissatisfied,
He has paid for another two months,
Now it's wasted, he lived on the street for naught,

This is a sad truth of finances today,
We think that worrying constantly,
And trying to plan our future,

Will put us ahead, but in fact we fall behind,
Do not waste each day on the next,
Only to die without enjoying your fruit,

The sun shines around me, but
I am in the dark, and
What goes on around me, only
Serves to break my heart,

A black hole is within me, it
***** my insides dry, robbing
Me of feelings, keeping
Me in the dark,

A ray of light came out, one
Day when I met you, then
As quickly as I saw it, it
Is swallowed by the blackness,

Yet even in the shadows, I
Have been given hope, that
One day I might meet you, and
Chase my curse away !!

We stay, are unshaken,
We stay, unlike the rest,
We stay, never changing,
We stay, strong as ever,

No one, can break us up,
No one, can join with us,
No one, can copy us,
No one, could distract us,

Closer, pull me tighter,
Closer, feeling my breath,
Closer, hot on your nape,
Closer, never enough,

Under, the sheets we hide,
Alone, is all we need,
Whisper, I need your voice,
Touching, Bring me to life,

Without, I cannot be,
Without, I am stupid,
Without, I have been lost,
Without, I am nothing,

Come with, lets slow this down,
Come on, relax enjoy us,
Come here, sit in my lap,
Come home, never leave me,

From high above the plains,
Running from the mountains above,
Life flows into the lowlands,
The river brings abundance,

The people bathe in it,
The animals wade and drink from it,
Settlements grow around it,
Fields depend on it,

Once a year flows the river red,
Seeping with the waters,
Blood from many men,
From an unknown source,

The villages know of its coming,
The people store water,
It changes over night,
The lifeblood of many passes by,

For three days it will run,
Then wanes to original clarity,
But the residue remains,
Leaves scars along its banks,

Reminding the people of trouble,
Showing them their dependence,
They cannot live without,
The fresh waters of Kalimite.