My Dream of Solitude

I Wish my dreams did not change with each new awaking. I'd like to have just one dream for the rest of my life so that I could make at least one come true. I do dare insist as an excuse that I am a reinasance man in the making, for from each dawn until every dusk I am in racing, after dream after dream, I pursue, all a new fresh path ripe for the taking. Oh the journey of Sisyphus alongside of him I ensue, with the everlasting plight of rolling rock upon a hill, this very trek mine the same I am making. I set my fate and merely wait to be forced back down against my will, and back down I will turn up to go yet again. Oh what sorrow, such bleak sadness in all my future days that follow closely as they be shaded by the days past that foreshadowed me. Oh the burdensome weight of life in it's absurdity, seems now to be my sole, single and only friend on my voyage with no sight of an end to see.