Like ants we climb
Up this hill of life
Burdened by what we know not
Held aloft by twines of fate
Though our paths be washed away
On we trudge through the sludge
Though our belief may move and sway
In the end our success shall judge
What shall we see at the top?
Is there a top?
Do the Gods sit there and look upon us?
And make jest of our Sisyphus curse?
We know we cannot say
But what we can say we know
Come rain or snow
We shall find the bread for today
For we live for today!
Inspired by the Struggle...
Nnaemeka Ugochukwu
@IamTheEmeka
11:04:16
Circa 6pm
Still my Boss!
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