Unreal fields in a
Matrix of terrain
A watchtower
Wheat crops unreaped
And unmarked roads
We come upon
This scene
When we sleep
And go wandering
When we’re in
Trance by every
Step pushing aside
Soft tufts of grain
We find our
Own way
Rendering hills
In the distance
As we approach
Awake and lucid
Dreaming of the
Empty
Small town
We discover
It’s ours
Yet we continue
Into the night
Asleep but awake here
In these peaceful fields
Consume Reality! 