After This - Fields

I made it here, I got this far through zones of self-defense
I pass the cities western edge where factories turn to fields

The air is wet by rain that falls by whimes (?) of hidden men
The man that smile from hidden doors where secret diaries lie

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He asked if I slipped slowly away
I must decide, I must choose now, to wait or ride away
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Is this the place that I am from? Is this where I must stay?
A hypothetical territory... a field that has no name

I feel his strangeness overcome
He takes hold of and destroys
Is this the place where I must stay where factories turn to fields?

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