Why do the stone I roll up the hill.

Always slip out of my hands.

And rolls down again?


In the moments I think that I´m almost there.

Close to the top.

Close to the answer.

The stone just always rolls down.

No matter how much I try.

To keep it in my hands.

In my attempts to understand and explain love.


It relentlessly rolls down.

And over me.

And it hurts every time!