Beneath the silver moon’s gentle gaze,
The road stretches endless, a winding maze.
Tires whisper secrets on the asphalt’s skin,
Where every journey ends, another begins.

In the heart of steel, a pulse beats strong,
Engines hum a rhythmic, tireless song.
Lights cutting through the velvet night,
Guiding the way with their steady light.

Through rain-soaked streets and sunlit days,
The car moves on in its graceful ballet.
A dance of freedom, of distance and time,
Every mile a verse, every turn a rhyme.

The journey’s tale in every curve and bend,
A road untraveled, a path to defend.
Memories etched in leather and chrome,
A story of motion, a journey home.