I wander this lonely treck of trail, and watch the lilacs shrivel up and die.
The son of Zeus shall not walk even handed upon these trenches plains.


I will not bear this weight, no more.
I will not perpetuate my life in this
Wasteland, no more.
I will not revel for my past futures that I so
Foolishly lost, oh no more.
I will not tense one more muscle for this boulder, it will have to wait, no more.
I will not set precedent that the human race can
So easily be pulled into the pasture and shot, no more.
I will not bleed one more time for the cruel, oh no more.
This heartless  world will have a beat once again.
For I am Sisyphus and I will find meaning.