Bush
My vision is obscured, obscured by the bush
I cannot see clearly my goals
I know I have wants, I'm chasing that rush
It's dragging me right to the knolls
I arrive on location, tired and dragging
To see they have only the light
I turn a one eighty
These people seem shady
Take me home to my Bush.
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