It’s happened so often that I feel it’s an unwanted friend.
A commitment that I cannot escape.
The Sisyphisian task of just being.
Depression is it’s true brother, kin-of-my-kin,
And I hate it.
I take full responsibility for my actions.
I try to overcome, but it is so hard.
What am I doing wrong?
I just wish I could succeed more often then I fail.
Maybe next time…
My Quest 