The Trail to Nowhere: Exploring the Journey for Its Own Sake

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

On endless trails where dust clouds swirl,

The cowboy rides, his heart a whirl.

With spurs that jingle, boots worn thin,

He finds his peace where dreams begin.

The lonesome sky, a vast expanse,

Holds whispered tales, a mystic dance.

Each sunset paints a fire-lit frame,

For journeys sought without a name.

Through canyons deep and mountains tall,

He wanders free, embracing all.

With worn-out maps that hold no stake,

The path unfolds for freedoms sake.

As stars ignite the velvet night,

He cherishes the simple light.

For in each mile, a story born,

The trail to nowhere beckons morn.