#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.

Amidst the chaos, lost souls search and roam,
Yearning for solace, seeking a place called home,
Their hearts burdened, aching with silent screams,
In the pursuit of desires, chasing fleeting gleams.

Along these highways, illusions intertwine,
Veiling truth with...