A goose chase
A bird with beautiful feathers
And I know he's a weak wooden match
And the farther I run after him
The thicker the forest becomes
My feet are getting stuck in the mud
And the shadows keep getting darker
But I can't escape his golden feathers
Drawing me closer
Closer than I want to be
Because the branches are scratching at my face
And the pollen burns my eyes
But the sound of the bird is so beautiful
And I can't draw my ears away
Every tree looks familiar
Yet I am so so lost
Within this horrible jungle
But all i see within the pain
Is a beautiful golden goose
Just slightly out of reach