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Quixote In My Mind
Fighting demons Bursting bubbles He's in my head Among the rubbles Seeing that most things get done He works at it from moon till sun He tilts at windmills only he can see Please meet.... Don Quixote My affliction or my soul hearing voices takes its toll Fighting what may not be there And if it's not, why should I care? Before the windmills in my mind Don Quixote....you will find An empty veldt of muddled thoughts On a crooked road to nowhere A wasteland of x's and noughts With no way to get there A wilderness of abstract themes And wishes that I need share The guardian of what I write Tilting windmills in my minds air Hidden loves Broken hearts So much to do just where to start No Sancho Panza by his side In my head he's stuck inside Keeping madness at arms length Don Quixote...my minds strength Unfinished tales Broken dreams So little time Or so it seems A wayward soldier on his way What windmills will he fight today? The thoughts I write reveal what's me Allowed outside by Quixote An empty veldt of muddled thoughts On a crooked road to nowhere A wasteland of x's and noughts With no way to get there A wilderness of abstract themes And wishes that I need share The guardian of what I write Tilting windmills in my minds air
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