Tilting at Windmills

I take all my wrongs, my mistakes
And, throw them at the wall
See which stick, and which fall
Tilting at windmills is so easy

All my anger, my bitterness
I hoard and nurture inside
Let my own failures slide
Tilting at windmills is so easy

All the shards, of my broken dreams
I place on another’s shoulder
For I’m not a tree, just a creeper
Tilting at windmills is so easy

– Raziel ©2015

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