#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 this dream of life,
of three scores and ten,
We live, we love, we dream some more and then..
We awaken from the longest misguided dream,
laughing hysterically at what it had seemed.
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