Purest kind
Caught forever in this relentless reality
My dreams are small but forever expanding
Together they quarrel in the small available space of my cluttered conscious
The heart overwhelms the steadily weakened mind
Making the choice based on desire and an impossible design
The minimal thought involved results in a decision of the purest kind.
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