Sisyphus, Tantalus, and Ixion

I feel like Sisyphus most ev’ryday. A constant struggle carrying my load. A punishment that never goes away To push my rock down here in Death’s abode How well I know just how Tantalus feels: To grasp at dreams forever out of reach. And knowing that admitting this reveals I’ll never learn the lessons life will teach. And Ixion, the least known of the three, Spinning on his burning wheel forever, At times I do believe that he is me. And when might it all end? I say never… Often I imagine brotherhood with These men of ancient fantasy and myth…