Walking through the plentiful golden fields stretching from sunrise to sunset, a maze through the congested staple searching for memories I wish I'd forget.

Upon the dawn surrounded by ears of corn, it's getting darker and the crows start to circle for what isn't reborn. Feeling the tension rise looking for a break, before me opening up I'm now only visible to those still awake, the ground invisible my hands start to shake, as I curl up inside I know I've made a mistake.

Trusting my instinct I press on staying low, I can see the ground now start to glow, it's only one direction that I can see to move where...