Tilt

Don Quixote might have jousted with giants,
but for me windmills are not enough.
I want to tilt like a pro, like Joe, not fighting a fish,
but the power behind. I want to line up to fight
with the breaker of hips, and touch hot coals to my lips,
to burn the pride and the shame, but leave
the anger and blame. Burn the lips, but leave
the teeth. I'm buying boxing gloves,
so I can take them off: I never held back, but I never had fire.
Now I'm on fire, burning and being burned.
I guess I had to learn before I could fight,
now I have to fight before I can learn.

Someone said to me 'You can't fight God'
but I call bullshit - just because you can't win
doesn't mean you can't get your punches in
and I want to make a few connect:
not to sting the face but the feel the weight of my swing
and feel like I can move a thing. And its not enough
to move the moon, to move the earth, I need
to fight something bigger so that when I swing
I move myself.
Windmills and giants are not enough.