Finding Myself Along the Way

I packed my dreams and left one morning,
with no clear place in mind.
The road was long, the sky was open,
and the world felt less confined.

I met new faces, heard new stories,
watched the sunset change its hue.
Somewhere between the miles behind me,
I found a different view.

Travel taught me to keep moving,
even when I don’t know where.
Sometimes the journey matters more
than the place we’re going there.