Beneath the sky so wide and deep,
A path unfolds where few dare keep.
The road is rough, the journey long,
Yet in its silence, hearts grow strong.
With every step, a whisper calls,
Of dreams that rise and shadows fall.
Through thorns and stones, the spirit bends,
But in the end, the soul transcends.
For roads that fewer feet have touched,
Hold treasures more than gold, as such.
The road less traveled, hard and steep,
Is where the truest dreams may sleep.