We long to be eternal in a fleeting world,
to dominate time, to circumvent death in peace.
To hold back the wind that moves the seasons,
carries whispers and brings emotions.
We long for the eternal: love, happiness, life without end,
in this ephemeral existence, in this great gale.
The grim reaper lurks, sooner or later he claims us,
consciousness in transience, reality proclaims itself.
We cannot stop relentless time,
nor deceive it with indomitable trickery.
Let us live intensely, let us embrace each instant,
in the fluidity of the universe, in this constant dance.
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