Are you willing to grasp it, to wrest control from the tides and give it to the sand, to run around the world so fast you'll never see the sunset - to live forever, or are you doomed to trip over your own dissatisfaction, to let your mind falter before your body does, to drop the heart that was poised for a leap into the chasm of a chair? You know what I hope for, but you'll never know what you want.
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A