Reward?

There is no reward
No solace
No restful bower of sleep

Only the continued
exertion
of a flailing whimsicality

A will, that has been
Molested
and turns upon itself

Brings only woe
to these
restless ones

Whim, will and woe
So goes
The Schopenhauerian tale

Of man, suffering man
Ashamed
of his own absurdity:

Ruled by desire
of the wholly
illustrious epiphenomena of life.