#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...

Where the byways take me
Where the skyways are enlightened in the beam
All alone to the vacant lanes with plea
And assorted faults to redeem

Burrying the memories of twilight
Adorning my soul to hail
The ...