20.

I sanction my mind
And yet still I find
The lies that I weaved are still left behind.

The Camel was a falsification
I need for celebration
I just needed to bring that in.

And yet the homeless horseman
That I wrote about three songs from now
Deserves more than my heart would allow.

The mythical history
And sheer apparent catastrophe
Within my life could still be...

Another day dream aside.
A dent in my pride.
So let's just let this slide...