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Sisyphean
The earth turns to mud underneath my feet
Without footing I slide further down the hill
It’s a hike that I am destined to repeat
While futilely grasping at a blue and white pill
I dig my heels deep hoping for traction
Fighting to regain true satisfaction
I spit on helping hands reaching out from the dark
Returning to my goal alone I embark
An impossible dream awaits at the summit
Again I slip and my body plummets
Why do I subject myself to disgrace?
I know I'm in love but I can’t see her face
