Beneath the stars, the open road unwinds,
A ribbon of dreams where silence binds,
The hum of tires, a whispering song,
As night embraces, we drive along.

The headlights carve a path through the dark,
Shadows flee from the city’s spark,
With every turn, a new horizon to chase,
In this serene, unhurried pace.

Memories painted in the rearview glass,
Stories of journeys that slowly pass,
The road is a canvas, the car a brush,
In the stillness of night, there’s no need to rush.

The world asleep, yet alive with dreams,
As we navigate life’s winding streams,
The drive a metaphor for paths we choose,
On midnight roads, there’s nothing to lose.