#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 sparrow's they can negotiate.

It tough to explain how our thoughts grows,
with infinite decisions they aren't arrows
that hits hard with and leaves a mark ,
like the colour paint it makes a difference.

Assurance has taken the back doors,
negotiators have remained indoors,
Pastors have kept the church wandering,
Teachers have left students unwavering.

Adorable time's have sunken in our minds,
with different ways of interest,we can't remind,
With fixtures of sharing cherishing moments,
we are like branches with dissapointments.

We are just like the soldiers bee's
waiting for them to waiver like Tree's
With reprimanded expression of letting go,
with guilty expression we are sure of it to go.





© Kingscaleb 👑