Sisyphus

And here they go to chase again,

Those empty clouds that never rain,

Raising dirt, kicking dust –

As the only stream that flows is rust

 

And here they go to seek again,

Clemency from the sun in vain,

To burn us all, our truths and lies

And then redeem us, at what a price

 

And here they strive, a Sisyphus each

A goal that they will never reach,

Yet every day, they roll with care

A rock, a dream, an unblessed prayer

 

Why don’t I stop them, is that you ask?

Why do I let them play the masque?

Lessons that they have to learn –

No words can teach us what’s a burn

 

But also perhaps, deep inside –

Wants to wake a part that’s died –

A part that wants to hope again

That someday, it may start to rain…

 

9^th July’2021