EAGLE

Flying high, like an eagle
Looking for prey
Or like an arrow gone astray
Searching for lost souls
Or something else to slay

Flying high
Flying high, no direction
Looking for some action

Like these faces that I see
Without any soul
All our virtues, our gods stole
Just trying to find some other role

Who even knows
When you are up to the task
Open the cork
Another sip from the flask
Still I answer the questions
You wouldn't ask
(M. N. R.)
23 January 2018