The Corn Fields

Escape to the corn field. Escape from everything, from everyone.
I do it often. I get out of my cage, but then I’m afraid of what I can find in the field next to me.
There can be anything, monsters, people, animals, something I don’t want to face.
I think about going home to my cage.
I will do it?
Maybe, but now I still want to be in the field.
I accept the risk.