Wheels throwing dust and grit,
Engine a mechanized roar,
I drove out into the desert.

I don’t really know what I was searching for;
The horizon, maybe,
Or a full helping of emptiness,
Something I couldn’t quite touch.

I wanted a fistful of the intangible, really,
Chasing ghosts out West,
Hunting for the tattered remains of the American Dream.

Somewhere past Phoenix, empty tank and heavy heart,
I looked up at the night sky and saw what I wanted,
Amid the sand and the stars, cool beneath the desert moon,
I discovered freedom and revelation.