Nothing is more fascinating to watch
Than a human wrapped up in the tangle of his thoughts
Who tortures himself endlessly with his half-cooked beliefs
Of what has been, what is, and what could come to be
Who can’t seem to get over a painful bitter hurt
Who can’t let the past go for the fear of what would emerge
Who seems quite senselessly engaged in trying to figure out
An impossible situation, a problem without a way out
But it’s good to remember when you see another Sisyphus
Trying to slowly roll his rock up the hill a little more
That we too appear like Sisyphus-es in others’ eyes
There is not one amongst us
Whose rock hasn’t come tumbling down before.
Nehaan 