Here I am
Still atop my painted pony
Riding in to save the damsel
Except there’s no distress
Like Don Quixote
I can’t see past my visions
To find the reality
That she’s fine without me
And that I need her
Far more than she needs me
Trying to validate
My unending self-sacrifice
And find happiness
In making others happy
Because that hole inside
Never seems to fill
Tilt at these windmills
With pointless devotion
To a cause that isn’t mine