pessimism for a change !!

there are  no "perfect' places to talk
and no "perfect" paths to walk
no perfect evenings to rock
the life`s  like a herded flock 
there`s a mind , that`s where is the   "lock'
and that`s too where there`s a  live "clock"  
a clock that ticks away like a "bomb" 
making me dumb and numb and senseless and stumped.
and yes ! even Dilemma has a mind more firm
She tells  me  " you , a suirmy worm!"
it`s a way now but  i wish  there`s  a way  out !
the dusks and dawns are the same throughout
the meanings stand, with reason lost
the mind is like a 'frozen frost'  
can there be a way i could cross
the river of  these endless mental forays 
o lord ! show me a way
for to thee i pray
these days may  magically fade  away ....