The highway swallowed their words, A silence carved in electric blue. Two shadows in stolen hats, Driving nowhere—toward everything. Neon ghosts flickered across cracked glass, Shouting promises no one believed, While the world turned gold and grey— A sunset they could never outrun. He watched the road like it owed him answers, The other just laughed at the void— Two cowboys lost in the hum of machines, Dragging a dream to its inevitable grave.