"it is imperative that we, modern-beings, remember the mythicalities from long ago,
from the demi-Gods to the creatures with those halos"
reflecting with some friends regarding these old fables
i conversated with them around my wooden-old table
"a real ancient one", i thought, "is the Myth of Sysiphus
and his shameful, everlasting endeavors"
but for Goodness sake, i was being duplicitous,
the myth is more alive than ever
you know the story, the poor man hopelessly pushed the rock
but would fatfeully let go once he finally reached the top
"what an exhausting, and hopeless life it must be" we stated
not aware, quite foolishly, this very tale our lives recreated
in society, we have all become victims of the exhaustion and routine
through anxiety, most just push the rock, without seeking our dream
life so void of curiosity, youd assume this repition would eventually boil over
but we are all drunk on apathy, and changing would require us to be sober
in truth, most have surrendered now to the dreadfull hill
even though, in our youth, we vowed that "we never will."
we have let complacency and empty ambitions live in the midst of us
we are now each modern reincarnations of the Myth of Sysiphus