In the dust of I10's endless lanes, Lives Tim, a nomad, boundless and vain. With twenty cups of coffee as his guide, He chases the horizon, where secrets hide. At truck stops, he finds solace and steak, In each sizzling bite, a dream he can’t shake. He begs for donations, a traveler’s song, Yet the words in his mouth, forever wrong. Family long lost in a rearview scene, Their absence, a shadow where love had been. But in Nathan Bendover’s shaded embrace, He meets fleeting friends, a moment’s grace. In every sip, in each transient lie, Tim tillers along, as life passes by.