I walk along the length of the beach
Knowing that what I want will always be just beyond reach
Like Sisyphus I am condemned forever to labor in vain
This of course is my great pain
Never happy or with my goal
Always sad and burdened by my soul
For none is given to struggle as I, in this way
None, but I, is given such a price to pay
If only, lo, if only, the gods would shine on me
If only, hark, if only, mercy from above I could see
For all that is holy, why can you not give me but a glimpse of my prize?
In the name of God, why can you not just put it before my eyes?
Surely all of this is not deserved
Why then, why is it I, for whom this has been reserved
All I have been, my whole life
Others have filled with strife
I was sabotaged by my fellow man
Other men from whom I should have ran
‘Tis all their fault, none of mine
That on this beach I have not found that for which I pine
Whish! A sound brings me to turn
As I look now I see that long ago I passed that for which I yearn
If that is to be, would not all my struggle and despair be
Because of me
That cannot be true
For I know it is not I but others that cause my day of birth to be one I rue
But it was I who missed my goal
But caution and observance, society should have ingrained in my soul
Oh! And how much time and effort it would take to go back
Woe is me for the skills of perseverance I do lack
Skills my mother, oh cursed mother, ought to have taught me
It’s all her fault from this suffering I cannot be free
No it is not my fault; I shake the thought from my head
For by others, down this road I was led
So now I’m sure others kept me in hopeless effort to reach my treasure
That I myself tried and wanted it hard as any scale could measure
So on I go upon this beach
Knowing that ease from my suffering shall always, because of others, be out of reach