My dreams are now as nightmares,
as I wander through and through,
My mind is now corrupted,
as I wander through the new,
New doors have opened to me,
and I've paused then to step in,
wondering, and puzzling,
at all that lies within,
I step then through the blackness
of the open portal there,
and I step out into wonder,
that I never then could share,
I meet then a real new sight,
as the colors swirl by,
I see a field,a whole new world,
and I step forth now, but nigh!
What are these things that dwell here,
oh black creatures of the night,
these skeletons and wanderers,
who blunder in the blight.
A road now falls before me,
going down into the field,
I see bright blooms around me,
and I hope they are my shield,
A shield now from the danger,
that now dwells within my mind,
among the red, and white, and pink,
I know not what I'll find.
Things rise up from the ocean;
sea of Red, and pink, and black,
and I wander on the road there,
looking now for what I lack,
my dreams have drawn me to here,
to this field ever bright,
And carry ever onward,
though my mind's not always right.
I walk now through the meadow,
and I wonder what it means
to ever, ever wander,
in this endless Field of Dreams.
The Ranger of Awesomeness