Man of la Mancha

Blind in the eyes, seeing with the heart
Neither thought nor truth nor feeling
  a dreamer creating the world
stuck in this life as if there were nothing else
the usual fear replaced by real pain
a play of a play of a life of a life
laughter unbidden when I happen to listen
doing what I do then telling stories about it
the lie is the truth, the feeling, the thought, the real lie
green light, red light, stop light
  go with the light, into the light
les fleurs du bon, du Audubon
to Baudelaire, whose shadow I am
Jean d'Arc est morte, je vive
so many shooting stars, no wishes