And there I stood in the middle
of a cornfield, not knowing how
I arrived to this point of confusion
but sure enough staring right at it

I take off, running frantically
thrashing the corn out of the way
as I barrel through the stalks
panting, heart racing like a horse

I am lost, I look around in a daze
everything looks the same
haven't I been here before?
I pick a direction and run

Again I am waving my arms
pushing the corn stalks out
of my way, leaving a dust veil behind
running out of breath

Just before all of this I
was running around in here
giggling and screaming in joy
not a care in the world, just having fun

Funny how things change quickly
for the worse, and least pleasant
feeling a bit dazed and confused
disoriented, and full of doubt

Thrashing through the corn I did go
my arms wildly whacking the stalk aside
looking around hoping to find the way
the way out of this nightmare

I stumble cross a scarecrow
I look up at the tall stuffed dummy
dark were its features and scary
was is its purpose, screams could be heard

Turning to run the other direction
I stop, turnaround, and stare at it
not so scary after all, besides it
is a stuffed piece of cloth sewn together

I walk up to it and look up
no, you don't scare me at all
and content with the discovery I made
I start to climb the wooden pole holding it

Finally reaching the top, seeing beyond
beyond the corn stalks and to the barn
bright as day, did that house shine with pride
I climb down and dart for that direction

Reaching the corn's edge and just
to the side of the dirt road
I turn around and stare at the crop
Oh how mysterious and suspenseful

Standing, thinking for a moment
lost in a daydream of adventure
I run back into the field, thrashing
to once again feel the cornfield effect

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