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I can think of nothing more fleeting than time!

We can burn as bright as any phoenix,

rise high and fierce as any dragon,

create dreams so bold nightmares so terrifying

nothing holds us back but ourselves.

And yet; we are held in check by the riddle that is time and our own doubts

our own concerns.

I look to memory captured eternal, glossy prints now become digital images

memory after memory, view upon view

relaxing, washed by the waves of my own history

listen closely

and you can hear the waves.