Sisyphian

Have I reached the top or at least getting close?

It's so hard to see through all of the smoke. 

I don't measure progress by the size of the boat.

I just need something that's gonna float.  

I shuttered the windows and locked all the doors.

Then I buried a ghost beneath the floorboards.

Tying new knots in a tattered old rope.

Tried to work out the kinks, but left off the hose. 

There's a few tricks still up my sleeve

but first I may need to pull some strings

There's going to be an unraveling

With any grace, we'll float away. 

Disinference, or the vitriol that comes after

Have I made it? Am I even catching up? 

I'm barely moving and I'm covered in mud. 

An uphill battle and I'm still on the ground

Every step I climb sends the boulder back down. 

My watch keeps blinking ZERO HOUR

Must be a premonition or running out of power. 

Crawling my way through another chat pile

Save the dental records to light another funeral pyre.

The peak grows even taller still

It's getting tougher to swallow each pill. 

No foothold when the grade is this steep

It's futile to resist, better just to sleep. 

I dream of endless weight

crushing me into oblivion

and when the darkness fades

empty light becomes lifeless remains

I wake up gasping for air

What made you think it was ever fair? 

Another state of disrepair

What makes you think I care?