Sisyphus sighed

The world was sepia-toned, and he was done

Exhausted in mind, body and soul

Where once there was hope,
there was now a calm clarity--

A final certainty--this was his life now

This was the hill he’d die on

Chosen for him, if not by him

 

Sisyphus sighed

Maybe he should give in, give up

Futile attempts demanding more

Than he had to give

What if he let the rock roll?

Roll over him, past him,

Out of his reach forever?

 

Sisyphus sighed,

Imagined himself happy

Straightened his back, wiped his brow

And started again

The summit was a pipe dream

He knew, but no longer cared

He’d push on, and on, and on