Not yet

I am worried by time, I try to rhyme,l trem, I swim in anger, disfusion, I want to progress ,no success, people say no yet. when I am ready to progress, time is not on my side but pain and anger is always our best friend, Pain that gives impatience in every situation of live. I fear by the pain given to people everyday, it is a of pain and struggle,a time of grumble and trouble. When is there peace and joy so we can cry tears of joy, not in feather of pain,and stress, not yet. The is fast but wicked on it minutes and seconds. No pain No gain