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From the day you are born

You are fed with the illusion

Expected to play a role, to serve a purpose

No room for inquire

No questioning allowed

Just forced to join this herd

Then your naive self is all wired

Full of ideals, hopes, and desires

Another fool to join the race

What is it that you expect to get?

Eventually you'll realize

There is no winner, there's no prize

Where is it that you expect to arrive?

Rolling this boulder all your life.

Controlling, possessing

So urged for the outcome

Constantly missing

The wonders before you

Scheming and planning

Obsessed with tomorrow

Too busy with anticipation

To savor the moment

At the top of the hill the boulder will roll

Life will have happened while you pushed a stone

Doomed to start over like Sisyphus before

'Til the end of your days