We recklessly compete for praise
Vying to be best burdened, most fatigued
Sisyphean envy of success is our the only commonality
A struggling toddler dragging a pitbull
Is it possible to accomplish? Perhaps.
Should it be done? No one is sure.
A tiny child proving capability, proving unnatural strength
An impressive feat, but a strange one
Dragging this dense dog uphill endlessly
Adults praise us, for this strange accomplishment,
Silently wishing we’d hand back the leash and let this poor beast go
We just hold tighter, we take our praise and keep dragging
Our hands are sore, our tiny legs tired, but the aching of achievement is worthwhile
