Bad Moon
#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes.
These desparate days of not knowing,
Or wishing it never was
How the value of truth has diminished
How...
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes.
These desparate days of not knowing,
Or wishing it never was
How the value of truth has diminished
How...