In the air of discovery

Something ticks

A sombering, slithering mess

A sickly slick tick

A bloodsucking time-keeper

A sobering boulder

Over your shoulder

You must roll up a mountain

And expect the dissonance of Sisyphus

You just smother out the silent hiss

You must maneuver the bolder

To hope that it would miss

The decadence of complacency

Covered in chocolate

The strawberry you bite

Stopping you from Eden

Even even odds

Won’t stop the frothing in your mouth

So smash the boulder if you need

Smash the clock

Boil the tick

And the frothing slimy mess

Wait for it to regenerate

And on your way up

Prepare for what’s next