The calls of the immortal creations

What powers await the right moment to forestall my propensity
to defer the end of my worries only one more day?
A closing welcomes a beginning
where only new thoughts are asked to dance
Hey, greenhorn! were you too one of those each believing
he would be the last of the race....at the moment when the night blew up?
well, ill weeds grow apace and die hard even when they adorn
themselves with the most fragile petals
you can't diw from believing that you're no martyr
Talking me into mass-communication
with reasons better left unsaid
A wish to conquer the tip of the iceberg burning in my mind
while set on seeking the perfect solution redemption's left behind
verses reverse and turn upon their maker – press him to rewind
past life pressure'd flash my back while losing every find