Rising above the now, we stand on the precipice of time,
Each moment fleeting, a fervent leap of desire.
In the ephemeral present, we trust in the patterns
That whisper promises, believing in the continuity
Of our transient selves.
To transcend the now, we embrace uncertainty,
With courage and hope, we navigate the unknown.
Self, a vessel of moments, guided by currents of belief,
Each now a wave, shaping the voyage of our being.
In the crest of existence, past and future converge,
Our truth requires a leap into boundless embrace.
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