Quixotic Wander

I owe this piece to el ingenioso hidalgo. He helped me reached the unreachable by just gazing at the stars from the plateaus of La Mancha.

Scent of weariness filled the air

Enthralled my heart in despair

My writhing soul in solitude

Grieved and lonely as I strode.

Wish I could wail,

Leave sorrows behind my trail,

But that’s beyond my will,

For I am a prisoner still

On quests I have to be,

To follow that star zenith me,

With my saddle of dreams,

I shall prevail it seems

I shall claim that mighty guerdon ,

Of honor, dignity and hope reborn,

With audible hails and cheers

Off I go and shall have no fear.

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