Standing at the bottom of the hill again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why do we never give Sisyphus his due?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trapped in that same endless labored march<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rock won\u2019t roll itself, after all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Going through the motions yet again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knowing the whole time that nothing\u2019s different<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Insisting despite all that lies against us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That this will be the day we reach the peak<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Throwing away so much that should be sacred<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wasting time and resources so dear<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On something that will never see an end<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet here I stand with fresh determination<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To start anew, like every other morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant me my daily burden once again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll hang it on my shoulders and be off<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"