The Sanity They Gave Him Back (Don Quixote)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your lance cuts through the ordinary air,
and windmills bloom like giants in your sight—
synaptic plasticity rewires what is there,
your cortex predicts the noble fight.
Each tilt reshapes the neural maps you ride,
myelination strengthening every charged desire.

[Chorus]
Oh, your impossible tilting,
the way you charge what isn't real,
your long-term potentiation building
every wound into something you can feel.
The world bends where you're looking,
and the ordinary falls away—
you remake it with your tilting,
every single day.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus burns each small defeat
into a legend only you can read—
theta waves of dreaming make it sweet,
this neurogenesis of desperate need.
You gift the world a gravity it lacks,
your mirror neurons firing when you act.

[Chorus]
Oh, your impossible tilting,
the way you charge what isn't real,
your long-term potentiation building
every wound into something you can feel.
The world bends where you're looking,
and the ordinary falls away—
you remake it with your tilting,
every single day.

[Bridge]
Predictive coding blazes through your brain—
you see the beauty burning underneath,
axonal branches reaching through the plain,
interoception sensing what you breathe.
Your cortical remapping makes it true:
the world becomes exactly what you do.

[Chorus]
Oh, your impossible tilting,
the way you charge what isn't real,
your long-term potentiation building
every wound into something you can feel.
The world bends where you're looking,
and the ordinary falls away—
you remake it with your tilting,
every single day.

[Outro]
So tilt, beloved, at the spinning sails,
let your lance sing out its honest cry—
your madness never fails,
it teaches us to fly.

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