#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...

Endless highways of misdirected means,
I find myself ambitious yet nervous of the future that seems to hold nothing in it
To make something out of nothing
Carrying way too much than I should

My path, filled with bricks and stones
yet I walk barefoot
seeking for my own means, my own happiness
In a world where everything is seen in black and white

In an endless highways;I set for my journey
Hoping to return glorious
but if I don't
and my vision turns blur
and my hair, grey
my notes marked with red dots
I will take extreme pleasure from your mockeries



© Ethel Chidubem