Walking the Corridor

Row Ever and on we row, we row Without a certain place to go But still we travel high and low In search of what we do not know A quest in vain? A life well spent? No one can say until they've went To Ever and On, so we must row Without a certain place to go.  J.M. Rogers

Lockbox Caught up in a world of pain Like I'm prone to do Just put my thoughts in a small lockbox And place it far from view When did all the days start to run together And nights begin to seep Time spins on despite the weather And all the tears I weep I never wanted to be so grim But now I love the grey A world away from that old lockbox And still a word away From you I really thought that I was something special Really thought that I was bold and new I really thought that I was somehow different Because I locked away the truth I'm still a word away From you. J.M Rogers

Visitors O' to be a visitor To cold stones Where voices never answer The questions that are uttered And weeds are never welcome Despite the lack of gardens For flowers lay rootless Drying in the weather That never feels inviting No matter how fair ....O' to be a Visitor To cold stones. J. M. Rogers