Scrolling past vivid photos my heart flutters

Scrolling past vivid photos, my heart flutters,

a friend’s journey across plains stretches wide,

the vastness of open roads calls through the screen—

a horizon painted in yellow fields, endless skies,

while my feet remain heavy, tethered to gray walls.

A frayed map unfolds, a promise of escapes,

marking places I haven’t known, but yearn for,

where adventure hangs thick in the breeze,

a taste of freedom painted in every mile,

a stark reminder that the world beyond me waits.