#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...
while laying thoroughly with downtrodend gleans !
Though we are able to meet struggles at its fathoms; Indeed
By selecting the colour of purple in the crowd of festives !
In the midst of put forthing recurring comforts to others in between !

Unaccessable is the point to reach when roaming in the spot of weans,
As planets we utter kindlessly in our path, though imaginary to lean in our qualities to glisten !
It is love that we search silently in between lines of syllables !
where we urge kindlessly and fight among themselves egoistically !
Humble are we when in this imaginary path gracefully without gravity !
Though asteroides hit us cruelly decidiously ! unexpectedly !
All we are travellers in the sky with a centrosity !
But our push and pull decides our fate unawefully !
Layers of spheres are our life with variation in the gases of proximity !
what is the real thing that we search in this unknowing eternity...