It's not enough to know
That the human heart propels nearly two thousand gallons of blood in a day
Or that we take this and place it there "because I said so."
And I can't say I've ever wanted to be like Sisyphus,
Leaving menial day for menial night for menial dawn again
When a stone's momentum could rather push at the borders, leveling all.
I've always been more of a "why?" than a "fine."
And so often are things more than what you outline.
When the concepts and labels in mind intertwine
I can rightfully claim understanding as mine.
It becomes enough, at least for now,
When atrioventricular valves prevent regression of ideas as much as backflow of blood
And I leave Sisyphus to be crushed by his stone
Because I've gotten it and I'm not letting go