Away from the lights of the city, you’ll see stars

Joshua trees harvest moon beams all the while

Juniper smoke drifts through the valleys that sit still, quietly waiting as minutes turn into years

Waiting for the sun to show the way

Back in the old days they still had new ways

Endlessly circling the sun

The bother with these days are infinite highways, too many forks in the road

Lead you to nothing, but searching for something

The journey is what you become

Following footsteps, sidestepping regrets, forging a path of your own