I'm a child running around in a corn field

I'm a child running around in a corn field ' the stalks raising their prize Gold high above my head. The branches strike me everywhere I turn, cuts penetrate deep into my skin as I run in circles looking for someone else besides me. I look up - the vast sky seems endless, the white puffy clouds forming shapes and lazily passing me by on display. There it is! The sole flower at the center of my universe, its pink petals so perfect, its shiny finish so touchable. I lunge towards it, scared that someone else will have it first. Enclosing my fingers tightly around it, I pull ' nothing. I pull harder, this time with both hands ' still nothing. My efforts smirk at me, "you're worthless I hear. I look around, and at that instant, millions of faces appear ' one by one they laugh at me, an explosion of what I believed to be melancholy. They thought of it as mere spite. "GO away! I yell, but it causes them to move in closer around me.. closer and closer I see them closing in. I put my head into my hands and weep like I've never done before ' a river of sorrows, an ocean of pain. With this torment intact, I open my eyes to ' nothing. The people have all left me, the cornstalks disappeared. My prize flower, all gone. It is I, me, and the now night sky above, gleaming its starts down on me, hopeful that I'll find my way. Fat chance, wont happen. A fucking flashlight could never get me home again. A thousand candles to illuminate the sky would become a mountain of cold, hard, wax. I would never find the yellow brick road. I struggle to take a few more steps, and fall, trip on some fragment of my imagination which I cant see, but feel its presence entirely. As I sit there, alone, cold, hungry, longing for someone to hold me, I think back to the hundreds of jeering faces and wish, just wish, I could go back. Maybe if I sit here quietly, God will grant me 3 wishes. Because being lost in the cornfield is far better than sitting here, waiting for you, with no reassurance that you'll come back to find me¦ I'm still waiting for you.