A new poem

A new day, a new dawn
a new muse, a new path
Far from the crowd, yet a part
Not the best, yet striving to be
flowing with the river, yet fighting the current
Swept away, holding on to a log
How long though is the question
How well though matters the answer
What to achieve, what to choose
a beautiful life, a better hope
a higher need, a lower aim
the best days, the worst times