The Hill

There is a rock.
There is a hill.
You got a job to do.
You look at the top.
It's gotta get it right there.

So you spit in your hands.
Put them on the rock.
And start rolling.
It's tough work.
It's a man's job.

Once you've reached the top.
In the early morning light.
You just look around.
Proud of yourself.
Proud of your accomplishment.

And while you weren't watching
The rock rolled down.
All the way.
Your job is done.
You got your money.

But there's another job.
Another rock.
Another hill.

Damn.
It's the same hill.