Sisyphus My Friend
sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
tonight
on this hilltop?
tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
you see, my friend,
nothing is heavy now
nothing hurts
nothing is worth thinking
nothing is worth complaining
i like everything
i like all these burdens
everything is a play now
a game
a gimmickry, a role playing, a sham,
and i am so shocked
why they write about us
why they think
we are stupid, dumb, and so unjust
come my friend
let us be as absurd as ever
come my friend
let us be great
let us carve our names in stone
twin sisyphus, the confused,
yet, still so strong...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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