In lanes of asphalt, they glide with grace,

Metal steeds on a concrete race.

Engines hum, a symphony sweet,

Asphalt veins beneath their fleet.

Through city streets, they dance and dart,

Each a masterpiece, a work of art.

But beneath their polished sheen,

Lies a world unseen, a hidden scene.

For cars, they breathe, they live, they sigh,

As their drivers pass them by.

Each one with tales untold,

Of journeys taken, dreams unfold.

Yet in their veins, a thirst for more,

Than just the roads they've known before.

A longing for freedom, a yearning to roam,

Beyond the city, to find a new home.

So they dream of highways, stretching far and wide,

Where the sun kisses the horizon, and stars abide.

A longing for adventure, to chase the unknown,

As they leave behind the streets they've grown.

So let them roam, let them roam,

Beyond the city, to find their home.

For cars are more than just machines,

They're vessels of dreams, in silent scenes.