antoine doinel

it is hard to keep yourself steady in the face of the deluge
and they can wear their realist-branded cynicism like hard hats
but that is not and has never been me, and that cold view of
the world only comes to me in empty self-pity so i will keep
on trekking despite the fact that my town has been doused
and glossed over by hungry licking water-waves.

but it still surprises me how defeated the ones who want to
change things are: "and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps
but doesn't dream, we must sing we must sing we must sing..."