Chasing the Endless Horizon

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

Beneath the sky where wild winds roam,

An endless road calls weary home.

With saddle creaked and leather worn,

The cowboy rides to greet the dawn.

He spurs his mare, the dust does fly,

Through painted hills and cobalt sky.

Each mile unfurls a story new,

Of distant dreams that beckon true.

The sun dips low, a fiery blaze,

As shadows stretch in twilights gaze.

The whispering grass, a timeless song,

Carves memories where hearts belong.

With every turn, horizons gleam,

A boundless world, a rugged dream.

The cowboy chases stars and skies,

Forever bound, where freedom lies.