Sisyphus

I’m tired, I’m sleepy and yet I must work,
My name is Sisyphus and I have been cursed.
I push on and on but it’s never enough,
My work’s in vain before it’s even begun.

I groan and I moan as I crawl up the hill,
No matter how many times - it is never a thrill.
The rock that I roll always aims for my feet,
I’m beginning to think it’d be a fine defeat.

Why not just give up and let the rock roll?
If it squishes me too - additional score.
It’d be flat as a pancake in this nice game of tag,
Where the aim of the game is to kill me real fast.

But alas, no no no, I cannot think like that.
Who would roll the rock if I was smacked flat?
So I carry it on, this game of pretend,
Where the goal of it all is to stay till the end.