The Endless Horizon: A Reflection on Freedom and the Loneliness of the Open Plains

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

Beneath the vast and endless skies,

The prairie whispers, softly sighs.

With each horizon kissed by light,

A heart finds freedom in the night.

A lonesome rider, lost in thought,

His dreams entwined with battles fought.

The rustling grass, a gentle sway,

Reminds him of the friends decay.

Around the fire where shadows dance,

He feels the pull of stolen chance.

The stars above, like distant flames,

Call out to souls with wanderers names.

As dawn ignites the world anew,

He knows that life, though harsh and true,

Is boundless like the plains he knows,

With freedom found where the wild wind blows.