in flickering streetlight dreams
we whispered goodbye to yesterday,
i cast off the weight of small-town shadows,
leaving behind echoes of laughter and a quiet change—
for hope is found in fading outlines,
in journeys forged by restless hands.
go far, let the wild winds carry you,
beyond the borders of worn-out maps,
where even broken voices raise a hymn
to the horizon’s endless, beckoning sea,
for the lost, the brave, and the eternally free,
may their spirits soar, wild and carelessly.
