Life is a gravel path,
it crunches under the soles of your boots.
They want smooth streets paved with gold.
How many did already slip, stumble
and fall?

Wealth is a treasure trove of your soul,
you´ll live on it a lifetime.
Full money bags are heavy,
press you down, make 
you tumble.

Real signs are set by silence,
a lute, songs without any words.
Long speeches yawn in the room,
too many syllables added to mash,
raining to the ground.

The sun in the rain,
light drips down.
The rain in the sun,
water catches light,
diamonds of Heaven.

One day following next,
sand trickles through your fingers.
Rails, the train of the universe arriving.
I do not have a ticket,
still waiting at the gate of time.