JUST OUTSIDE THE FENCE
There is a place I like to go, just outside the fence
The flowers grow like grain; they bring me such a sense
Magic comes to me as I stand within that ground
Yet when I turn to leave
No more magic can be found
I would visit every year, but now it’s every day
I am whole when I am there, and sad when I’m away
But a question worries me, that hasn’t fully risen
Is this a place of fortune?
Or is it
My own prison?
Its roots hold on to me; my hands hold on to it
A curse though it may be, it seems the perfect fit
This land has cast a spell, with all that it presents
I need this place so much
No matter the expense
I have no answers yet, so here I shall remain
These plants surround my heart, so too I grow like grain
And though it seems unsafe
Some things are worth suspense
This field might be my end
But love has foolish sense
For love has pulled me in
Just outside the fence