The hills I climb are green, sometimes
And lead out to the sun;
While others that I scale, turn out
To be no kind of fun.
But, still, I must keep scaling them,
I cannot, will not stop:
For good or bad, I will not know
Until I reach
The top
The hills I climb are green, sometimes
And lead out to the sun;
While others that I scale, turn out
To be no kind of fun.
But, still, I must keep scaling them,
I cannot, will not stop:
For good or bad, I will not know
Until I reach
The top
Sisyphus without the boulder.
Exactly.