#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

In a road where driver's seem careless,,
in a milestone that requres no mercies,
To fit and adjust in this sort of life,
where decisions made suites good life.

Sights where illusions paves the way,
In a midst of ruffles its not a day,
It's a place where a river can mediate,
like the...