You beast of burden, hill climber Sisyphean,
cast aside your stone
and summit the peak of eternal light.
Descend as a god then rise as a man
again and again
put your shoulder to the stone.
With the sun in your eyes, feel the life in your hands.
The weight you bear becomes your salvation,
a brief respite from eternal nothingness.
Your earthly struggle is glorious.
To begin again is to never end
and to embrace the stone is to become the stone.


Neverending is the wheel we're trapped within.
An ongoing death, the sun rises and it sets.