Taking all those roads that go nowhere
Travelling but no destination in mind
Yes I am guilty if I have lured you with me
My only pleasure in a life so unkind

We shall meet at this station that is half way
Halfway is still better than nowhere
But a halfway goodbye seems no better
When you are watching your life on rewind

Look at me I said, Look in my eyes,
Can't you see that I am blind
And then I looked in her eyes and took a picture
Of that moment when she changed her mind

(M. N. R.)
30 Jan 2018

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

When you free yourself
Finally
From your casket
And find all your silver
has turned to tin

Find your dreams
They all have turned to dust
And your carcass is blowing in the wind

Will you know
There were days you could have arisen
There were days
you could have set yourself free

There were days
you could have redeemed your soul
There were days to have forgiven
your sins
11 Apr 2017
(M. N. R.)

"Sometimes I find myself, looking for myself, sometimes, when I am not looking"
(M.N.R)
2001

When you open your eyes
And find out you've been blind
You thought you have them all fooled
Now you say the world is unkind

What are you searching for
Time doesn't stand still
You are out seeking a thrill
And time comes in for the ****


When time stands still
And you get out of bed
Find your dreams
As they all lay dead
All that you had was
Was all in your head
You struggle as you breathe
(M. N. R.)

FEAR OF DYING

Have you felt the pain that's hunger
Ever felt the pain of desire
Candles are set, logs are loaded
No one there to share that fire

Does it strike fear in your heart
Does it strike a certain chord
That all your lies will be found out
Then all your lives will be exposed

What you didn't know won't matter at all
When your shell turns to rust
House of cards  falls to the ground
And your bones turn to dust

Will you then know it was all lost anyway
No matter where you placed your trust

(M.N.R) 9/28/2017