Don Quixote

One of my very early pieces.



Don Quixote is tired of windmills.
He’s looking for dragons.
Tired of claiming empty victories
Over enemies of straw,
Yet still desirous of heroic deeds,
Will no longer talk loudly
Of battles he never fought.
He discards the useless armor
That shields him from nothing,
Lays down the general’s sword,
And takes up a private’s bow.
Now on the front lines,
The enemy approaching,
Admits to himself he is afraid.
He’s found his first dragon,

Himself.