Did I dream

Did I dream

The stone so round

The texture not as smooth

As it may appear

Abrasive as sandpaper

The strike board on a matchbox

Blistering my fingers

The smell of sulphur

As I roll it up the hill

Dreaming of an eagle

A nest full of rotten eggs

A Promethean landscape

Never reaching the top

Always looking down

Waiting for the moment

When the sound dies

The silence is cathartic

Broken only by a lark

Rising with the morning

Fighting with lethargy

There is never any choice

But to concede and move forward

In the same direction

A different one each day

Would be a landslide

Victory for Prometheus

If I break the chains

Let the cold stone roll

Down to the ground

All by itself

What would that mean for me?