On snowy night I would smile upon the Gods
I asked them if there’s a heaven for the rich man
And what is in store for the poor man
who shivered in the open air, from the cold.

Would the rich man's golden casket make a different?
Would his fortune and fame entitled them
To be seated at the council meetings?

He texted me and said,
Time will tell… time will tell,
There is only one river, one sea,
There is only one gate, and the only exit is down**,