Sisyphus

I’ll be your Sisyphus
Fail again and again
You will never understand
The thrill of falling

Sit on the precipice
Look down into the depths
You might find me there
If you ever find me again

This boulder is my comfort
The one thing I rely on
My constant
My north star

One day my boulder will grind
Down to sand and gravel
But another will be waiting
At the bottom of the mountain