Subjective to Context

There is never enough time

And so much left to do

And all on someone’s dime

And never a strait way through.

 

There is never enough time

And always too much to do

And things don’t go your way

And the light can’t make it through.

 

There is never enough time

And always in the dark

When you just want to see

But can’t seem to make a spark.

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