#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.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope,
A whisper echoing from a distant slope,
Guiding us forth, helping us cope,
Through the twists and turns, we tirelessly grope.

With each step forward, the path unfolds,
A tapestry of stories, ancient and bold,
In laughter, in tears, in tales yet untold,
We navigate through life, both young and old.

And though the road may be treacherously long,
We'll find solace in the power of song,
Together we'll face whatever comes along,
For in dreams and passions, we know we belong.

So let us keep moving, unyielding and strong,
Writing our story, as we dance along,
In this vast world where we all belong,
With endless highways, where dreams prolong.

©syed Musaib

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