Battle Poem by Benjamin Jansen

In this life we have ups and downs,
in this world we have meaning and we have nothing.
In the worm hole and vacuum of time life is only a fleeting moment,
when life grabs hold do we let it pass by or grab it?
These are the tales of a human of emotion.
These are the tales of something greater than human logic.
For if we feel then we must not forget.
The pain and the happiness is but a human dialed minute,
up and down we travel but only in our life do we get to battle.