
Look, it doesn’t mean anything strongly in particular probably, so
don’t rely on reading me—
do your own Sisyphean navel grazing—
it’s not going to be me doing the heavy lifting
Hope you know that
I’m an eternal observer, I’m a god like that
You’ve got some words, some music, some art out of me— (thank you Apollo)
what more do you want? Harden up and tell me.
Look, it’ll probably be over eventually, because
that rock is going to roll back down that hill
Sometimes the gods don’t work in mysterious ways
The point is that you do it by yourself,
The point is that you give it another shot—
Be brave