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Birthday Disses

Sisyphus and a friend
Lyrics:

Hello birdy, little bird old friend. 
It’s nice of you to pay me a visit again. I know you have other places you could fly to, places with clearer air and cool, flowing waters and hopeful flowers that haven’t been crushed a thousand times. 

I’m glad when you decide to spend even a little bit of your day with me. 
I wish you could tell me all you’ve seen, sing to me songs of where you’ve been. But you seem to prefer listening, so I suppose I’ll do the talking. 

I imagine if I had wings I would almost never land.
I’d just soar for days, weeks on end. 
Watching the world change below me. 
Or maybe I’d get tired of flying. Maybe I’d rather walk. Or sleep. Or love. Or cry. Or stand completely still.  
I don't think I would ever come back here. 

Sometimes I envy Atlas, the world-bearer. His burden may be heavier than mine but at least it has consequence. He holds billions of souls on his back and I’m stuck on this damned hill. The only lives that were ever shifted by my task were the flowers that used to dust this place. They’ve long since been trampled and drowned within the churning mud. 

And the worst part is, there’s always a part of me that thinks, that believes, that this time is the time. The one that works. That this can’t last forever, that I’ve gotten stronger, wiser or something. That my feet will be sure enough, my arms solid enough, my will strong enough. That my burden will somehow crumble in the face of my pathetic, desperate hoping. Some poor, stupid, dying part of me still believes that this time is the time I make it to the top. 
And it never is. 

Ha, I apologize for weighing you down with my troubles, sweet, little bird. I'm sure you have burdens of your own. I imagine wings can't solve everything; some weights one can't fly away from. Yet you still find strength to sing such pleasant melodies. Do you think you could sing one now, friend? They always help me forget myself, if only for a moment.

Thank you.  



Thank you



By Terrell Worrell

Please don’t apologize for needing your friends. Good friends listen to each other. Good friends are there for you however they can be. They can’t hold your burden for you but they will do their best to help you and they will be so happy to do it. You’d do the same for them.

sisyphus and a friend

aka T Real. I'm just trying to be honest. Also in Speakeasy