While standing on a hill in Tartarus
I am waiting this morning
For the boulder to come racing down
As it has so many times before
I gird myself to challenge it
Hoping that this time
I can quickly push it to the top

The boulder falls every day
Sometimes with more speed
Sometimes, and I would swear it,
Although the burden appears the same
The damn thing is heavier
Than it was the day before

Since I know that with each new sunrise
The tumbling boulder will be looming
I always recognize the chance
Tomorrow will be the day
My boulder will prove too heavy
For me to move