#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...
Surviving is a must by any means,
Wu Tang clan reference as cream,
We want it and need, we are fiends,
Too much of it, posion with greed,
To obtain, people well bleed,
From birth, they water the seed.
Take without asking, it's my feed,
Human no more, I'm a demon breed.
Vanity has trapped the freed.
I can't stand here and let evil just be,
I'm a child of light, don't run from me.
Rid of all the money, hindsight is key,
Our Mother Nature is Suffering,
Open your eyes please.