Do you construe

That the world's trolling you?

I certainly do,

At least when trials ensue.

In a flash they accrue

And block your view,

It steals your energy, too.

Is the world cold?

I wouldn't say that so bold.

It tends to enfold

In a very rude hold,

It's got tricks so old.

Don't listen to whispers of gold,

It'll always withhold.