Camus

Camus made Sisyphus to be
a happy fool. A boy and his
rock. I’m not so sure. I
have my rock too, but
every time I look beyond
I long for what lies ahead.
I try to focus on the rock, but
I lose sight of where I am going.
Maybe I should learn from the rock.
I go where I am pushed, not a whole lot
of say in the matter. Is that better?