#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 Extreme,
it's a physical impossible ,way to me,
I can't get no satisfaction.
so I'm out by pursuit of pleasure action.
cause in my Brain,
you'll find absolutely no Dopamin!
To be jealous and happy
also impossible to me,
like...