Slow life of apathy, monotony
Always wondering what's over the hill
Stuck in a field of amber grain honey
Life always moving, but here it stands still
You think you're in a prison, forever trapped
Resigned to this place that keeps you captive
Dreaming of a world that could keep you rapt
If only in childhood you had acted
But freedom isn't found in city streets
rather in a wondering mind each day
I'll give anything to sit in the wheat,
to think, and ponder, and let my mind stray
Relish the time that you spend in the field
it is what will let your soul be revealed
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