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Many a time my endeavors feel fruitless
Like Sisyphus struggling with his stone
On those days I feel mostly useless,
And I want only to make the trek home
My residency is a tall tower
O’erlooking the abyss of the world
To transform things is not in my power
The malignant mist just roils and whirls
Dim are the prospects of the world of Men
Or so often I perceive it to be
When ultimately we are but children
In our lives that pass evanescently
O! What remedy is there for this sad state?
I sit by and watch the death of virtue
How easy it is to begin to hate
Those creatures writhing without any clue
Alas, is there a remedy for I?
Looking out from my tower I see none
But perhaps up higher it may yet lie
Far above the ignorant and the scum
So I gather the bricks and the mortar
To extend my lonely column on high
Trying to see past the widespread torpor
That plagues so many men until they die
From thence I have arrived in this belfry
Standing ornately carved against the sky
Straining my eyes so that now I might see
Ho! What is this? ‘Tis another I spy
Looking out from a redoubt much like mine
Could it be, do I dare believe my sight?
It is true! The same as the sun dost shine
I have a companion to share the light
Peering down from this newfound precipice
I can make out gaps in the roiling black
Places of flowers, trees, and blessedness
Where happiness and mirth seem not to lack
O precious hope! I implore you flee not
For my heart’s inflamed to build higher still
To try and find a place free of all rot
My mountain before was merely a hill
I know I can yet attain newfound heights
And I will build on through all wounds and scars
Through rain and sleet, long days and longer nights
One day I might just stand level with stars