But my nature burdens me, far too stubborn to be free.
Time feels like a slow goodbye:
fruitless years are passing by,
breathing’s getting heavier,
eyes are turning wearier,
hair is paler by the day,
wrinkles slowly come in spades –
but the knot around my soul
tight remains and takes its toll
just as much as when I first
dove within to quench my thirst.
I’m a modern Sisyphus
and between the two of us
stands a beastly taunting rock –
got me pushing ‘round the clock –
and I hold to the belief
that there might be sweet relief
if it all came crashing down
right upon this tired frown.
But my nature burdens me,
far too stubborn to be free.
Watch these blistered fingers push
the skin flayed bare in the rush.
Oh, what a sight these sore eyes find
if they ponder going blind!
And I know not what to blame,
if self or the zodiac…
I have always loved the game,
but it’s never loved me back.