Money

There’s money that breathes & money that bleeds

Neither of which we carry to the grave

Rivers of life, we feed flowers and weeds

In some routes misguided. In flow, enslaved


Money moves on like an insatiable lover

Easy on the purse and hard on the soul

One is forever; we tend to treasure the other

It's why rich tombs end up desecrated holes


Use it or lose it, the day you depart

Spend it unearned & it can tear you apart

It's energy in exchange, as simple as that

But Money ain't Manna, if it costs you your heart


There’s money that breathes & money that bleeds

Neither of which we carry to the grave

Rivers of life, we feed flowers and weeds

In some routes misguided, we flow enslaved


Your wealth is your 'why', that priceless passion

In tomorrow's 'raise' lies innocuous damnation


-Suraj Mani

"There’s money that breathes & money that bleeds"