#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
The world of the Outlaw's ways

Thoughts run wild like a horse on high
Living life at a racecar's pace
Looking, loving, thinking, humming
Dreaming, Dancing and Working Away
In a world of endless twists and turns
Where the winds of chance are at play
Swaying to rhythm of...