I wake to the sound of traffic
Buzzing in my ears
Busy bees so hard at work
Goes on and on for years
Where do they get to while I rest?
A few more miles up the mountain
Pushing the boulder as Sisyphus
To reach the eternal fountain
Well I'm down here in my hovel
But I don't bow and I won't grovel
It seems like spit is rain off my shovel
I'm staying home today
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