The Absurd
Doing this repeatedly
Pushing it up for all eternity
A punishment so cruel for anybody
A futile task
Pushing up a boulder up a mountain
Suffering so much pain
A punishment so severe
There is no escape
Working so hard every day
Hustling to get through the day
Come home after a hard day
Only to do it the next day
Why am I working so hard and suffering so much?
Why am I going through all this fuss?
What’s the point of getting up?
Where is my work going to bring me up?
When I reach the top of the mountain
I end up where I started
This suffering is meaningless
Maybe my work is meaningless
Can I give my work some meaning?
I this an absurd thinking?
How can I get out of this cycle?
Free myself of this cycle?
I can give my work some meaning.
Even though it’s not what I am seeing
The absurd is what I believe
To get to the top, is what I believe in.
Even though it might mean nothing.
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