Field of Dreams
My dreams are now as nightmares,
as I wander through and through,
My mind is now corrupted,
as  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.