O child of Sisyphus, why do you loathe my world view?

For it is not you who is alone, au contrare, nothing can compare,

to the feeling of rolling thy rock up that mountain only for your knees to lock, giving up?

What for? Dear child I know thy struggles, for we are all children of Sisyphus.

Do not despair, you will find your pair, even when entering the beast’s lair.

Child of Sisyphus, do not weep, for it is you I keep, by my side to hold, even though the world is cold

                                                                                 Orpheus