I, Sisyphus

I've been pushing this rock
for a million years
through this desert black
and my tempest tears

with an ice wind and rain against me
and a far-away peak to tempt me

and I scream to the void
to the gods above
and I feel no anger
I feel no love

and I hear no voices back
as I roll my friend along the track
just a-cawing of a raven black
evermore.

I've been rolling this rock of pain;
I've been rolling this rock of pain
up this hill,
and I see the bones of those before me,
and I know the world will just ignore me
or tell me to stop
but I won't
until I reach the top.

My skin is gettin thin
and my arms are broke
but my will is stronger
than this cursed yoke

And I cry to the shades around
as I struggle on broken ground

and I hear no voices back
as I roll my friend along the track
just a-cawing of a raven black
evermore.

I've been rolling this rock of pain;
I've been rolling this rock of pain
up this hill,
and I give my life to this rock,
everybody keeps saying stop
but I won't,
but I can't,
until I reach the top.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.