A lifetime was spent without hope, but that didn't stop me from yearning
With my broken back, and beneath a heavy weight, a grotesque burden
I cannot go on, my ego has collapsed, this flesh can't go on, I'm burning
With nothing left inside, no hope or dream, my world around me crashed
Endless are my labors, can't continue without hope, this breath is my last
Unless I learn to endure, and I find a way to mentally overcome my task
"The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and
this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when
it becomes conscious." Albert Camus
