Swing Low (Sweet Chariot)

I let money fluctuate through
taking me to the skies of you.
Breezing.

Turn a blank page and start over
Extraordinary dry wells
Deep low.

Find me among chariot songs
living la vida loca hymns
Rewind.

Feel pale and blue, beaten by bread,
empty safe holding all the dead
Stories.

All those times the money had me,
when bills said nothing, I focused
Richly.

Then times brokage could hold the clock,
changing my songs to depression
Poorly.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]