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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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