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How hard is it to know what you want? Serious thoughts, floating along by whim, giving into simulated passions, from filtered contraptions, of reality smashing, through to my true self, repeatedly dwelling, on superficial interstitial themes, bringing me things, I don’t truly want or need, and what about my dreams? Do they spring from my inner being? I’m clinging, to swells of awareness, from one moment to the next, impressed, with the words of my world, I turn them to my purpose, cheat the surface, and get down to the essence, with my presence, of temptation, that is making you shake. indecision, re-routed mission…