Of Men and Gods

Feelings of discontent; the revolution of our lives is now.

You're living on an incline, struggling up a steep hill

Each day you say you're fine as you pop another pill

It feels like you've been forsaken

And it feels like your back is breaking

Atlas was a slave to the world, just like yourself today
This Sisyphean rat race, chained by debt you'll never pay
 And it feels like the Earth rests on your shoulders
Yeah it feels like you're forever pushing boulders
And yet somehow each day we find the will to carry on
Somewhere deep withing we unearth the hope that keeps us strong

And it feels like our spirit can never be bowed
Yeah it feels like one day we'll rule from the clouds

We are myths of flesh and blood

But will anyone remember us?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Sisyphean - sticks out in plain view of this write... but I see the discontent in your voice with this write... and the words within this one... I also noted the rhyme in areas... in the beginning and middle... and the last line gives the reader to ask the question...