The Illusion Of A Journey
#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 sun sets slowly on forgotten trails,
Where whispers of hope weave through the gales,
Yet shadows dance on the pavement's sigh,
Echoing...
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 sun sets slowly on forgotten trails,
Where whispers of hope weave through the gales,
Yet shadows dance on the pavement's sigh,
Echoing...