I am Sisyphus
There’s a bolder on a hill
Every sunset it rolls
Down and down and down
Crushing any goals
And every night and every day
I push that boulder up that hill
But still it falls
But here’s the irony
Here’s the real joke
There isn’t any god
There isn’t some overlord
Pushing that boulder down on me
No, why would there be?
There’s just me
Every day at sunset
I push that boulder back down that hill
Because I could beat gods
I could beat the super natural
But myself?
Well let’s face it
Who ever beats themselves?
This poem is about:
Me