THERE GOES THE SUN

It always happens like this.
The exact moment I
slide into my Ray-Bans,
cooler than you'll ever be,
a cloud rolls by as if to
mock me for my efforts.
And why not? It's all just
one big episode of
The Adventures of Sisyphus
anyway - which I can deal with;
I'm good like that:
I want much, expect little, get nothing.
A more winning combo
I could not imagine. You?