So confident about what you're fed.
I was brought to you in the corner of the night
Sleepy and tired, I lied about who I am, because of who you are
And I was in the mood to celebrate.
Yes, celebration got the better of me.
But mistake that not for manipulation
It was fear
And compassion for your madness
Some mid day we may have a meal of good
And tell each other stories
Maybe we will understand, or mostly won't
What is easy
That we have experiences, similar and dissimilar
I hope you Travel, my beautiful fanatic.