#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.

Amidst the chaos, lost souls search and roam,
Yearning for solace, seeking a place called home,
Their hearts burdened, aching with silent screams,
In the pursuit of desires, chasing fleeting gleams.

Along these highways, illusions intertwine,
Veiling truth with illusions, a twisted design,
The paths they tread, paved with shattered hopes,
Lost in a labyrinth where despair often gropes.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flickering light,
Guiding them forward, through the darkest night,
A beacon of hope, an ember that gleams,
Igniting the spirit, fueling forgotten dreams.

For in these missteps, lessons are learned,
Through pain and heartache, resilience is earned,
The roads may deceive, but wisdom still gleams,
In the depths of hardships, where strength redeems.

So let us not be swayed by illusion's embrace,
But strive for authenticity, with every step we trace,
In this realm of uncertainties and extremes,
May we find truth amidst our dreams.

© Quite Winter