Enjoy the Struggle

Poor old Sisyphus, poor old us

An uphill struggle, no one gives a toss

So we get angry, drunk or lost

Look at us, self pity times two

Abstention for both me and you

Nothing more terrible, nothing more true

Forward I'll go on

I'll push on

Through all the trouble

And I can only try

And enjoy the struggle

In this cosmic tragedy

I could pen another threnody

Of my remaining mortality

This drama we become obesessed

With the mechanics of our final breath

Make the time left a living death

Forward I'll go on

I'll push on

Through all the trouble

And I can only try

And enjoy the struggle