The Myth of Sisyphus

Again I roll the rock up the hill

It's completely against my will

Every day is Groundhog day

Be it July December or May

I am an eternal prisoner

Punished for being a cheater

I deceived the gods twice

The third time they trapped me like a mice

My prison is very beautiful

Large lakes and trees bountiful

Sun, moon and a hill

And I never have to pay a bill

I can't enjoy any of these

They have locked me and threw the keys

I don't wake up as I never sleep

I can't laugh and I can't weep

My only friend is this spherical rock

It laughs at me and mocks

I am bound to it by destiny

I am also its only casualty

I start at the bottom, pushing upwards

I try not to look backward

And as I reach near the peak

The bottom the rock seeks

I run after it to pull it back

But if I try my ribs crack

Down it goes the hill

With no one in its path to kill

Again I have to roll the rock up the hill

My life got no chill

There is no time in this place

So horrible is my case

I tried hard to escape

Or to jump off the cap

But I can't do anything else

Than to toll the rock and watch it fall

After many tries and fails

I decided to take the rock on different trails

I push it with my feet or my head

Sometimes I lie on it like my bed

My freedom lies in knowing that my efforts are useless

I have embraced my new world, it's heartless

I know that I can't win

So I start again and keep up my chin

You think that the great King Sisyphus still suffers

But I am content and a lot tougher

you cry on my fate and pity for my prison

And I laugh from my hell when you bitch about the rainy season.

Inspired by Sakshi and Camus.