Bopping with Don Quixote

I believe that Don Quixote is a worthy hero —
rescuing maidens,
tilting at windmills,
inhaling misguided adventures,
thinking he can save the world,
dreaming the impossible dream.

Quixote has planted a thorn in my heart,
a naive desire to reach the unreachable.

Reaching for the unreachable
leaves one always swallowing failure.
Arms get tired; they ache
from carrying a heavy lance.
The heart gets heavy, too.
The foe is unbeatable,
the sorrow unbearable.
The quest never ends.

Quixote has planted a thorn in my heart,
a naive desire to reach the unreachable.

But Quixote never claimed victory.
He only sought to be true to the quest,
to make the world a better place.
I am like Don Quixote, chasing windmills
without expectation of success.
Satisfied merely to try.

Quixote has planted a thorn in my heart,
a naive desire to reach the unreachable.