Solar rider

An epic journey

Solar Rider

Out of the blistering sun and thirst’s cruel bite,
I rode a thousand kilometres into the white-hot light.
My skin burned raw, my eyes turned pale,
Yet still I pushed on through the furnace trail.

Alone on that road, with no hand to guide,
No water, no shade, just the fire inside.
Voices begged me to quit, to turn back, to yield—
But I held my ground, I refused to leave the field.

Through heatwave and hunger, through endless sky,
Through pain that clawed and a throat bone-dry—
I rose. I endured. I would not break.
My strength was mine alone to make.

For I am the rider—unyielding, untamed.
By sun and silence I was remade.
Let the world shout “stop”; I simply stand—
Unbroken in spirit, unbowed by the land.