Never ending hillsides, steep deathtraps
I climb them, one by one
Sisyfos is my guide
he talks of setting goals
I’m set on my dreams of the final end station
my true home
dreams of that end station lure me on
steeper and steeper hillsides beckon me
seemingly all of them dead ends
still, brave and resilient I climb on
Should I have a medal for being brave?
The medal is mine no matter what
so are the gongs
measuring my progress in heartbeats
tainted instruments, resounding as I climb
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