of all that we know,
how much of it's useful?
if i keep on making mistakes


if i can just change who i am
then who am i?
am i just inconstant or fake?


trying and trying
is trying my patience
a virtue without much reward


if the goal is the road's end
but the road there is endless,
i'll walk it for walking its sake


when job knew his task,
he was stoic and steadfast
and sisyphus took up his hill


though i wasn't given
a celestial trial,
my trials are testing me still


testing and testing
is testing my temper
as fragile as untempered steel


if the goal is the road's end
but the road there is endless
there's time to get used to the chill