The Absurd Hero
The answer to Eternal Push. Nothing about the work changed. What changed is that I stopped waiting for a summit and started choosing the rock for myself. That's where the freedom was. Looking back, choosing the rock still didn't feed me, but it was a philosophy worth trying.
The rock is gone, it's at the base
A quiet smile upon my face
The gods are watching from on high
To see me break, to see me cry
But this one moment is my own
As I walk down the hill alone
My hope is dead, my chains are gone
And this is where I find my dawn
'Cause I see the strings, I see the board
The perfect, pointless, cruel reward
My freedom's not in winning free
My freedom is the walking, see?
I choose the rock, I choose the pain
My one true joy is my disdain
The wind is cool upon my skin
The quiet work can now begin
No fantasy, no saving grace
Just me and this forgotten place
I am the master of this hell
The only story I will tell
Is of a man who knew the score
And chose to push the rock once more
'Cause I see the strings, I see the board
The perfect, pointless, cruel reward
My freedom's not in winning free
My freedom is the walking, see?
I choose the rock, I choose the pain
My one true joy is my disdain
Yeah, I’m free of strings, I run the board
I do this despite there’s no reward
My freedom’s not to walk away
My freedom’s in the choice to stay
I choose the cage, I choose the cell
You can’t torture someone who chooses hell
'Cause I see the strings, I see the board
The perfect, pointless, cruel reward
My freedom's not in winning free
My freedom is the walking, see?
I choose the rock, I choose the pain
My one true joy is my disdain