Category : Poems

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As the spirits fly above us and the royalty define us,
we are no more,
no less than Sisyphus himself.

The weight we carry are our rocks we will push.
Up...
Down...
Up...
Down...

And while we try to figure out how to beat the system, how to fix our worlds...

We continue to point fingers at the others.
We forget that the moment we point fingers, our rock falls.

We are Sisyphus.
Our lives are our rocks.
Our Embodiments may be temporary flesh,
but eventually we must realize
pushing thise rocks will keep our lives active.

Every pointed finger we give...
takes away our moments.

Sisyphus is still learning this.