IN STRANGE FIELDS
In strange fields
Their minds run free,
Passed the border, passed sanity?
Lost in secrets, trapped, alone,
Their thoughts, their dreams, allowed to roam,
Inside their heads, in tiny ships
There’s laughter and tears,
And pleasure trips,
Outside it’s cold
In here it’s warm,
In here you’re safe
From the human storm,
Corridors, so clean and neat,
Emotions wrapped in starched white sheets,
Eyes that hold a thousand tears
Words so quiet, no one hears,
Your trees seem fruitless,
Dead, no yield,
Some have tried to reach your fields,
Measured potions to you are fed,
WATCH OUT! They’re trying to sneak into your HEAD!