#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,the world is a dream it's true but being in existence we are supposed to live a sort of role play any perfomer tries to give his best on the stage to be at par with the expectations of the audience we know the person who is on stage as a king is not a king he maybe a commoner off stage even that person himself is aware of this fact but he acts as a king and we too appreciate
him as a king thus we are well aware of the ephimeral illusory reality impermanence of the world but knowingly we play our role as father mother child relations as best as we can
to prove our worth in the eyes of God
all the name fame abundance all are mirages ephimeral illusory but we try hard to gain them we strive to be achievers gainers victor's nay as losers why we should not run after them but we are here to prove our worth perform the best on the stage of the world from
the childhood to manhood we strive with excellence in mind in worldly affairs family society as well thus the world is a stage of floor test of our worth in family society as parents children friends society nation culture and the world we live in thus it's been rightly said by Shakespeare"all the world's a stage and we are merely players"thus we are here to prove our worth in the eyes of our playwright the
God who has staged this play we call as the world of ours.
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
© Pegasus 999