Is this hell? Sisyphean I say
Pretending to work, make hay
I like not this feeling
From void there’s no emerging
Of a sense of achievement.
Can’t see a way out either.
Nor have options neither.
Is this hell? Sisyphean I say
Pretending to work, make hay
I like not this feeling
From void there’s no emerging
Of a sense of achievement.
Can’t see a way out either.
Nor have options neither.