#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,
To be the one to see the people's schemes,
it's hard to laugh in the world of memes,
this is the world where everyone want to be supremes,
It is the same world we all born yet we want teams,
it is the world where chaos suppresses our screams,
it is the world where it's hard to redeem...

© stuart