Throughout my life, I’ve chipped away
At sheer, unyielding rock,
But, though I’ve worked both night and day,
It’s still this massive block.

I would have been much better off
If I’d put up my feet
And made like cattle at the trough
When forcing down my meat.

And yet I’d set my sights upon
The day when I’d break through
And all my troubles would be gone
Since I’d be next to you.

And yet you’re still as far from me
As anyone could ever be.

Photo by Colin Walsh on Unsplash

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