sisyphus wakes sisyphus wakes by the weight of his fate each day leaning heavily on his battle worn heart he stands barely able his weary legs shake looking up to the sky for his missing gods eyes he screams in his trap trying to wrench his fist free crying into his soul - why me? pushing forth his face strains muscles tear on his back his hill getting steeper with every attack in dreams his toil is handled with ease never stopping to rest his heart caught laughing and swinging through trees his joy sings aloud - I am blessed to be me! madmen lost in sleep hold secrets deep inside no lock and key can keep our troubles in life hide the love in our wake yet patterns in time trace the beauty of our shape