[Lyric] Works and Days (Horace Pinker)

I can march like Sisyphus
And repeat on an endless loop
I can march like Atlas
With my baggage on my shoulders
All the quiet guilt
Keeps me handcuffed to my boulder
Even now I only think
I need a better cover to disguise
But it's worn off and I call this trepidation
On this worn down road I come
On this rutted path I'm stuck
And I go no hesitation
I don't let myself get too close
Staying at this distance
Won't get burned like Icarus
I always have a steady fear
It's alright I'll stick it out stay
In my own atmosphere
Even now I only think I need a better engine
Won't burn out
But it's worn down
And I call this trepidation
Always out of reach