Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
Beneath the blazing suns cruel glare,
The desert stretches, wide and bare.
A glinting pool, a fleeting chance,
The thirsty wanderer starts to dance.
With each bold step, his heart ablaze,
The mirage twinkles in the haze.
Yet as he nears, it fades away,
Just sand and heat that mock his sway.
With laughter wild, the tumbleweeds spin,
While stubborn skies keep secrets in.
A crackling voice, a jesters tune,
Plays tricks beneath the watchful moon.
Yet wisdom grows from desert trails,
In echoes rich as cowboy tales.
For in those waves where spirits prance,
Lifes truth unfolds in a jesting dance.
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