free beer

After long hours of wandering,

And climbing up that hill,

And perplexed wondering:

Whose will am I trying to fulfill?

What was Sisyphus thinking

While dragging a boulder on his shoulders?

My wishful sinking,

And wistful drinking.

It's getting colder.

I lost the thread

I am afraid. But don't get mad,

I'll start again.

After climbing up that hill,

Fulfilling my will,

Getting to know the real

Beauty of the sunset

Which I, of course, had already met

On numerous occasions before,

But under different circumstances; therefore

I climbed that hill.

I saw a pub—that's what will heal

My weary body. And as I read, black on white:

Free beer,

I sneer at my recent doubts.

I put all of the regrets aside.

Yes, I knew with all my guts,

I came here for a reason.

I prowl closer,

And closer. And read once more...

What a... treason!