Spin (draft)

Country dawn
illuminates a scene familiar
rolling on
and ever slowly getting hillier

naked eye
will not suit up and scour this landscape
find out why
its trail would want to make an escape

pioneers
figments of a mass dreamt past
it disappears
these phone translations never last

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', spinnin'
in the mud

room to shout
with none to hear or heed the call
too far out
alike its host revolving ball

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', diggin'
in the mud

too blind to know it's stuck in place
unfed it just keeps on with its race
keeping up its frantic pace
the motions slowly wear away its face
without aid it soon will be erased
senselessly lain to waste
if there's help, it must make haste
someone, bestow your grace!

naked, I
will not fare well and likely perish
left to die
alone within this evening fairish

country dusk
renders all a single item
flea or husk
they hurtle on into the night

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', diggin'
in the mud

big wheel keeps spinnin'
keeps on spinnin'
diggin' deeper
in the mud..........