Quoleth

__________

To drive is better
Than to stand still,

I tell myself.

The past is a murderous
Fool, killing what he
Cannot keep
And keeping what
He cannot kill.

My lungs rage
With the teacher’s,
Like the frontman
Of a post-hardcore
Screamo band:

All is vanity!
A chasing after the
Wind!


--11-05-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon