A Fool's Tale -Intrusive Thoughts While Observing Don Quixote's Portrait- Poem by Besa Dede

A rider on an emaciated horse.
A desolate dusty valley.
A trip without a destination.
A silently loud conversation.

Would I also be known as the noble dame-knight,
a kindred spirit with the chivalrous, Don Quixote the mad?
I envision myself that just like him,
delusional I'd go fighting against the windmills,
in full gallantry.
Trying to save the gentry, dangerously stuck in tragic circumstances.
Presumptuous enter I, wielding my lance,
embellished in fluttering golden quills.
Courageously attacking wrongdoings and villainy.


Truthfully, there are way more daydreaming fools than me.
Straightforward, monotonous people
who wake up and sleep, effortless like brainless zombies,
reverberating their mundane lives amidst even greater follies.

Obsolete in their reverie, who believe that fairy tales
will someday turn into reality.
That's how they distract themselves from their bitter existence,
where they encircle themselves in eternal purgatory.

Ha, we truthfully are all insane!

Trusting the jackals and the wolves, who are elegantly adorned
in sheep's clothing.
And blindly and so naively,
we follow them towards their lairs.
To be then devoured mercilessly.
An entertainment for the wolves.
For the simple gentry, a tragic comedy.

A rider on an emaciated horse.
A desolate dusty valley.
A trip without a destination.
A silently loud conversation.