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#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means, confusion building so high its starting to over flow and I'm starting to tell you what I know....
To walk along the lonely street of dreams, to get where i need and do what I need to it seems... i still don't know what this means...
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems, to be so off path that you forget to do the math and end up in never ending dreams.... you can see the whistle steam as it blows , that's what I know.
And take pursuit of pleasure as it is with me now and trys to guide me , i ignore and try to get a ride , or bust it open and take its fog so I can disappear again not able to be found.
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Endless highways of misdirected means, confusion building so high its starting to over flow and I'm starting to tell you what I know....
To walk along the lonely street of dreams, to get where i need and do what I need to it seems... i still don't know what this means...
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems, to be so off path that you forget to do the math and end up in never ending dreams.... you can see the whistle steam as it blows , that's what I know.
And take pursuit of pleasure as it is with me now and trys to guide me , i ignore and try to get a ride , or bust it open and take its fog so I can disappear again not able to be found.
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