Quixote's windmills

I close the veil
just so I can open it again.
hope the see the world as it began.
I'll dial the number, count to ten,
to hear her say it's not the end.
I keep chasing what I know isn't there,
but nothing I know is really there.
all you should know is that I'm really only working
just to prove a point to you.
all that I have is one hopeless little chance
to jab and stab at you.
if I give it up, go back to Kafka-world,
I know I'll end up dead or worse.
innocent man, I'm a innocent man,
did no one else hear what I heard?
I fall down just to know I'm still on earth.
hug the ground so it won't throw
me back to my own birth.
this job is better well done,
than at a happy medium.
I see a world that no one else sees,
and everyone else sees a me that isn't me.
you can't raise the dead now.
"are you at it again," Miss Lewis asks my friend
when she sees him follow me.
"you're following a path
with no reason for your wrath,
and I'm keeping an eye on you."
you can't raise the dead now...
you can't raise me.

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