In the soul
A rolling boulder
Trying
So hard to move on
Nothing left to hold it
Without Sisyphus
The boulder has no purpose
The boulder has no purpose
For a while standing still
Then the rolling
Begins to overtake it
Losing all control
Afraid at first
The wind whipping
Trying to hold
No success in slowing
This boulder of life
The boulder feels compassion
For Sisyphus
Understands why it was left
On the hill
Understanding
That it has another purpose
It becomes its own
Inspiration
Pure as spring water
Straight from the aquifer
Crisp and clean
This soul
Is rolling
A boulder
Seeking
Compassion
Words cannot
Change this thought
It is time
To move on
Rolling
Forward
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