Misanthropic guy
Does not trust any offered hand
Would rather be alone

Don Quixote lives
Inside heart meets with windmills
Loves Dulcinea

Time flows, must not stop
Sentimental to a fault
Wish it would not flow

No interest lies inside
To follow the herd like sheep
Or want to lead them

i confess.
jealously and
admiration form a
strange concoction
of tugs and pulls, in
which i brew.

tugs of iniquity
stir, hoping
for similar brilliance, to
garner applause.

pulls of appreciation
adrift, knowing
the craftsmanship, the
deeper meaning.