Sisyphus

Sisyphus

Sometimes it feels like us.

Sometimes it feels like Sisyphus.

Zeus at our backs urging

As we push.

That giant rock

Born to mock

As we push like poor

Begotten sisyphus.

Lost in the depths

Of brutal Hades

Pushing and pushing

To the top.

And down the rock comes

Rolling past

With a fiery blast

That damned rock of Sisyphus.

He was king of Corinth

Who cheated death

One time.

Two times.

But his trickery

Begot anger

And anger begot a giant rock.

Yes for poor Sisyphus.

To push and push

To the top of Hades mountain.

So don’t lie, and don’t cheat.

Or you may share the rock of Sisyphus.