#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.

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