Sisyphus

Does he like pushing that rock?

I don’t know, maybe he does.

I fucking don’t.

 

I love people, but man, I hate them.

I wish they’d think like me.

“I want this, so I’ll do this.”

“I want to be better, I’ll work at that.”

But they don’t.

“Things are shite and they always will be.”

“I’ve got a problem and no one can help me.”

Why are you complaining then? Get a grip, man.

 

I love people, I want them to be ok.

But they come to me with problems, and I talk and I talk and I solve and I solve and the boulder rolls again.

“Nothing will get better.”

Well get off my fucking hill then.

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