As I tread through the field of silence
Where fraids of ghosts hide in the particles of
golden-silver dust
A stalk of wild green grass pops its tiny head from the
field
And sneers at me, flittering its sinuous lissome body in the
windstorm
Lose yourself, it whispers like a Cheshire cat mangling on
the trees
As the windstorm slaps the field in fiery gushes
It liberates a flurry of echoes that evoke the ghosts hiding
below
The stalk of grass bends in the wind and paints a sinister
grin in the greying sky
I shiver with fear, for I need to cross this field to reach
home
Lose yourself, the ghosts murmur in my sweaty ears, their
creepy undertones sending chilling vibrations down my spine
Standing at the portal of this field of silence
I am all alone, there is nobody here except for me
And some crackles of eldritch thunder erupting in the
darkening sky
No sign of a creature’s breath, just an endless expanse of
entities of death
Lose yourself, they say in hushed tones, hovering around my
ears
Day ends in the night, night ends in the day
I remain where I was, not moving even a single step
Too afraid, of the ghostly voices swirling all around me
Lose yourself, lose yourself, they repeat to me
Exhausted and miserable, I surrender myself into the cocoon
of the dark night, I fall asleep
All of a sudden something happened that I never expected
The stalks of spooky grass bent themselves to cover me in a
warm blanket
The tiny ghosts in the dust bringing food for me
Corn, flowers, fruits, herbs, grains, and some spice seeds
Teary-eyed, I wake up to eat
Feeling love for the ghosts that once frightened me
Lose yourself, I tell myself, as the tiny entities gather
around to watch me eat
A new day rises from the field, beams of golden sun
sparkling on my skin
I stand up with a renewed strength
Only to find the tiny fleet of ghosts collected around me in
heaps
The bright sun burned them into mounds of ash
Why this had to happen at the moment just when I found
friends in these ghosts, I wonder
Why does nothing stay forever, I think
I weep and weep, even the stalk of the green grass now
stands still
Lose yourself, Lose yourself, Lose yourself, the sunshine
tells me as I feel the pain of losing my friends
I ran and ran, I ran through the field of silence with the
speed of the winds
I ran and ran and reached my home, only to find myself weeping
even more
I open my scrapbook and paint a stalk of grass, the
whispering ghosts and a gash of watery wind
On another page, I paint another stalk of grass, I keep on
painting, never to pause
Why does nothing last?
I paint and paint, I paint for evermore
Losing myself at last
In something that makes me forget to snore
Lose yourself, lose yourself,
Lose yourself in something somewhere
Feel the pain, feel the pain
But lose yourself in something somewhere
Be a monk, a magician, a wild animal, an elf
Just find something worth losing yourself
Find something worth losing yourself
Lose yourself
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