I am no Sisyphus

I am no Sisyphus but I,too, roll a stone;

 Laugh, and keep abreast of my time, 

Long for myself alone.

No quaint notion of punishment

To haunt: I am in because I want

to be in, period!

Daddy did not by force drag me

To my mentors, my million teachers;

I went hunting

For easy rabbits but found Lion-

a solitary, single, beautiful  lion

And I stayed.

***

My scabs are not counted.

New bleeding wounds,

 New gashes -

even scratches

Are the new password

To the old club 

With an over-painted 

facade.

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Why does it feel odd

To enter this familiar house?

May be the walls 

Are painted anew,

A roof shade added, 

Perhaps a few flowers, new,

Influence my outlook

But I am the same.

Sure, I am the same.