A story told, Of perseverance, both brave and bold.
Through struggle and strife, he found his way, as he conquers it, in the light of day.
A stone, a mountain, a ceaseless plight,
Endless struggle, day and night.
Each push, each strain, a back-breaking feat
Against the odds, his will complete.
A dance with gravity, a tale of woe,
Yet through the pain, his spirit aglow.
The summit beckons, a distant dream,
His resolve, a relentless stream.
At last, the zenith, victory nears,
As hope dispels his darkest fears.
The stone, now conquered, overthrown,
Triumphant Sisyphus, basks alone.
In echoes of effort.
Rodeyo
