#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...
To drown in shadows, lost in the unseen,
A prisoner of thoughts, a silent scene,
To crave for solace, a wish, a dream,
And find redemption in a fleeting gleam.
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