My field of dreams was a sanctuary i could always count on
A seclusion
i fled to often
But now its
Barren silent and
Fallowed
taped off pending
The investigation and
An eerie
brooding storm cloud
Has moved in stops me
And im empty and
Hollow
Forcing me to face...........
Me .........
The field of fantasy is open
And i could go
But in order to do that i
Have to weather thhe storm
Emerging from the gloom of my memories
Staggering
Drenched in retrospect
The effect is
Bout the same
Worn out and blue
Tangled mangled torn
In too many ways