Here, the dawn The eternal struggle Reaching into all the planes of existence From the lowest hells to the highest heavens We try to control, maybe Or to advance, sometimes To master, something To create, always But we are caught off guard By life's living nature And I lapse from my creation Into a period of contemplation Yet for all the thinking, there is The act of doing That transcends the deepest thoughts within For it is inspired by those thoughts A life is perhaps a moment of inspiration Stretched out to its maxima To face the dawn of a new struggle Conflict within and without those lucky living souls Who have the privilege of being truly alive Facing all the problems of life Without succumbing to the deep dark negatives That would swallow us all hole, if we let them.