I feel the weight of the world upon my
Feeble shoulders. Like Sisyphus, I keep
On pushing boulders, up the hill of life;
Just to see them roll back to me again.
I'm tired of this absurd existence.
I'd like to retreat from society's
Collective madness. For I don't wish to
Waste the rest of my days chasing the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem