In a realm of timeless dread, a man did dwell,
Sisyphus, trapped in a cursed spell.
Bound to push a boulder, with ceaseless strain,
Up a mountain, only to watch it roll down again.
Amidst this torment, a woman appeared,
Victory, radiant and kind, as fate steered.
With compassion in her eyes, she spoke,
"Find meaning in repetition's yoke."
Sisyphus, intrigued, approached with desire,
Seeking answers to quench his inner fire.
Victory whispered, her voice like a breeze,
"Transform your curse, find solace in degrees."
Inspired by her words, he made a choice,
To embrace his plight with a resolute voice.
No longer burdened, he saw a different sight,
The boulder as a canvas, to polish and ignite.
With each arduous climb, he meticulously wrought,
A rough stone transformed, a masterpiece he sought.
Round and gleaming, it glistened in the sun,
A symbol of his purpose, a battle nearly won.
Sisyphus ascended, his steps now light,
A rhythm in his movements, pure and bright.
The polished boulder, a labor of love,
Pushed with passion, guided from above.
Though destined to roll down, he accepted his fate,
Knowing Victory awaited, at the mountain's base.
In the cycle's repetition, he found his bliss,
In the pursuit of excellence, the joy he couldn't miss.
Showcasing resilience, the transformation was clear,
In the boulder's radiance, free from fear.
Sisyphus had learned, through toil and strife,
The meaning of his existence, his purpose in life.
Thus, he persevered, undeterred by the test,
Pushing the boulder, his heart at rest.
For in the repetition, he had come to see,
The beauty of his journey, his soul set free.
In that timeless realm, where legends abide,
Sisyphus embraced his fate, with unwavering stride.
And Victory applauded, her voice ringing true,
For Sisyphus had discovered his purpose anew.
22 June 2023.
Pasha Fatahillah. On the Valley.
