#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...