Upon the open road I tread, With wandering words to fill my head. Like whispers of the wind they flow, Guiding me where I long to go. Through lush valleys and mountain peaks, I chase the verses as they speak. Each word a step along the way, Bathing me in poetic sway. Underneath the boundless sky, Verses bloom as the days go by. With every line, a story unfolds, As I wander through words untold. The road, my canvas, vast and wide, The ink spills out from deep inside. With every stanza, a new scene is born, As I write the tales of the road well-worn.