Field life

Like the circles on a windmill like the peaks in every hill..

Never ending or beginning in an ever spinning wheel..

Field life will keep rolling
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind...

The granites we find and the limestone we grind. hoping to get a new deposit while our lives go in strange lines..

The spirals we find as fossils like the spirals in our mind...

Millions of years and yet they stand trying to tell a story we try to catch..

It has its own beauty but does take away our precious time.. 

Like the dirt road we follow it's a never ending grind.

It gives some joy and sorrow it has its own beauty..

But the pain in the loneliness eats away at life.

That's the spiral of a field life like a spiders web you get in but rarely get out...