Life is sometimes a mountain, so perseverance is rewarded.
Life is sometimes a wheel, so momentum follows ensuite.
Life is color.
As the wheel topples down the mountain, colors whirr faster
and faster, and all you seen were aspects of stability and
touches of the past.
A lone figure raises its hands to the challenge.
Challenged to stop the graying of the wheel —
Stalling the engine of life so it hums instead of sputters.
Steaming palms doesn’t deter determination.
Burn, Burn, Let howling breaths wreak power
Green, Red. Stumble to black.
And the wheel has lost all color.
Blending into the crumbled debris, who’ve long been dead —
The other Sysiphuses who gave up.