#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,
It's the Life!

Life is a beauty,
Unpredictable and rough,
Nothing stays forever,
In the pursuit of Life.

Misdirected and mistreated,
A soul breaks,
But time heals every bit,
And Life goes on.

Endless problems, never-ending worries,
that's all Life is about,
you need to find a way,
and unfold Life as you make it,
and on your own terms.

© RooHi