I went into bush the other day
Cruel gang bashings onto me made no sense
Fleeing criticism I got away
But there’s no sanctuary. Just silence
It is deathly silent. There’s a bird call
But it’s one voice among the silent guards
These guards are the trees - standing straight and tall
And spades are drawn in this life’s pack of cards
Music plays at the bush’s other end
I walk on a path that will take me there
As I walk the music distorts and bends
And a girl comes with a face full of fear
I walk on. She made the same mistake too
On never ending path I continue
22nd April 1999
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