And get out there and sing your song.
The old man with the guitar had his band on his back. The sun was hot. A cool breeze would make it easier just for a moment.
He sang and he strummed and blew his horns and beat his drums. Hard work all day in the hot sun with his band on his back.
The band on his back is his boulder. He pushes it up the steep mountain every day. And every day the boulder rolls back down. And every day he straps it onto his back.
Every now and then a cool breeze comes around and he turns his face into it and smiles.
