#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..

Through tangled webs of smoke and mirrors,
We chase desires, our souls trembling in fear,
Each step closer, our vision becomes unclear,
Lost in illusions, we question why we're here.

In grand illusions, seductive and grand,
We search for solace in a endless wasteland,
But as we grasp for pleasure, only grains of sand,
Slip through our fingers, slipping from our command.

Our hearts yearn for truth, our spirits ache,
As we journey on, our souls begin to break,
For happiness eludes us, a cruel twist of fate,
Leaving us to wonder, is it all just a mistake?

Yet amid the shadows, hope flickers still,
A glimmer of light, breaking through the chill,
An ember of wisdom, guiding us uphill,
To find the truth, our hearts long to fulfill.

So, let us navigate these winding roads,
Embrace the unknown, as our story unfolds,
Seeking the elusive, priceless truths to behold,
Aim for the authentic, break the fragile mold.

For deep within the mazes of our mind,
Lies the essence of truth, we yearn to find,
In the pursuit of pleasure, may we be aligned,
With our own souls, and a purpose realigned.

And so, we travel on, with hearts ablaze,
Through the illusions, and perplexing maze,
Seeking solace within our own unique ways,
In the pursuit of truth, a wiser path we raise.
© shreyasirhittika