Mist of Sisyphus
Life weighs life’s way
so gotta learn a few tricks
like keeping our thumbs off the scale
It’s a convoluted weave of wove
this these and those
with inner rules undisclosed
There ain’t no moral sales
we gotta pick up our own sticks
keep play in pay
I’m more less is more
but more usually runs store
so guess I don’t know the score
Each morning I rise to play
new day and rush to its thick
trying to heal ail
But always trip my own step
place wrong bet
and yet
Get up again to set next day’s sail
stumbling through my thick
mismumbled say
Like sun I rise
through dark of lies
to work these weary whys
– Smith, 9.21.2016
