#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
Had my life been in total or in schemes
Maybe the dreams will visit in its gleams
But the path I chose with my teams
The bad stems in bleed and in screams
Will always come hunting all in teems
Then I'll sleep and dream in demes

© Whitephoenix