#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,

The crackle of life as it is,

mellowed down by the jut of uncertainty,

cruelty rewards are unable to reach the extremity,

of the dreams lively plains,

the coerce...