Neverending hillsides, I climb them, one by one
Sisyfos is my guide, he talks of setting goals
I dream of the final end station, my true home
yes, dreams of reaching that end station lure me on
steeper and steeper hillsides beckon me, all deadends
and still, brave and resilient I climb them
Should I have a medal for being brave or naive?
The medal is mine no matter what
tainted gongs, resounding as I climb
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-26 14:59:28
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