Sancho Panza, this is me. I'm your Sancho
Panza. I get along, I know my ground. With me
around, there's room for you to be amazing.
I'm the one they don't remember. Were you in
our school? they say. I get asked about my name
again Panza, Panza, Panza.
Around the boulevards we walk, the sun is
always on your face, and I am always in your
shade, and I am always the funny one. How I
hate being the funny one, I never chose to be
her, it strikes me as unfair.
And people at our feet to be with us. Such a small
comfort l'm so used to this it turned me creative.