With a Billion Miles Left to Go

We stand on the edge of everything,

a horizon stretched wide,

where the road is endless,

and the night hangs heavy with stars.

There is no map, no compass

that can chart the course ahead,

only the pulse of the journey,

a rhythm that beats beneath our feet.

The earth shifts, whispers

in the language of wind and dust,

each step a dialogue with time,

a conversation with the unknown.

We walk, not in pursuit of arrival,

but in the presence of the path,

where every mile reveals itself

in the unfolding of moments,

a quiet unveiling of what is and what could be.

Here, we are travelers,

not lost, but wandering,

carrying the weight of possibility

in the soles of our shoes.

The road is long,

and the sky stretches out before us,

an endless expanse of hope

with a billion miles left to go.

We are not alone in this vastness,

but together in the solitude,

a collective breath of those

who dare to move forward,

to seek beyond the visible,

to embrace the distance

as both a challenge and a gift.

And so we walk,

not with the urgency of arrival,

but with the grace of the journey,

knowing that each step forward

is a step deeper into the unknown,

and that the road, though endless,

is where we find ourselves,

with a billion miles left to go.