when i would ride in the morning bus i would look out at the sad grey scrub & brown brush & i thought - thats better than in here & i thought - those exhaust thin grey trees out there now stood in the no mans land arterial roadway verge are better than in here better than this misted early dog wet morning bus ride hole & i would imagine me climbing thru the scrub & brown brush & i would imagine standing in the trenches of all the forgotten & fallow farmers fields looking up at the brick wild bean cafe bp stop add-on pod & i thought - its better in there now carb-loading & looking out here at the farmers forgotten fallow fields but then tho in there i would then think - its better out there in scrub & ruts of farmers forgotten fallow fields than in this poor excuse & also in there i would then think - its better everywhere now i eaten