In My Life

In my life on time and trial
There is no time for breath of wit.
The problems won't come single file,
And I must either fight or quit.

In my life of time and trial
The people walk in circles tight.
There seems no place where I can smile.
There seems to be no distant light.

In my life of time and trial
I seem to have control no more.
I have pondered quite some while
The days I loved which came before.

In my life of time and trial
I wear a coat of woven fears,
And shield a world so cold and vile
With a mask of ever flowing tears.