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Keep pushing the boulder
Up the slope of the hill
Keep moving your legs, your shoulder
You cannot afford to be still
Is it our rationale for existence
To show we are alive and engaged in time?
Is there at all any specific purpose
Or are we doing it for no reason or rhyme?
Is there any danger of getting crushed
If not in the continuous act of pushing
Is there really no choice for us, is it a must?
Could it be not that the boulder is altogether missing?
Is it after all a myth or something real
That life is moving from one struggle to the other?
Is that the only way to look at it, act and feel
If that the destiny one can't change, why bother?
What if we would be to be pushing nothing
Leaving aside all and sitting quiet
Just engrossed in poetry, dance and singing
Would living like that be living it right?
Would the boulder still bother us?
Would we have a way to deal with it?
Or is it just our mind and imagination
Where what we call this boulder does really sit?
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