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Upon the hide, the tale is drawn,
Of one who rides from dusk to dawn.
Not chasing time, but seeking soul,
Where echoes stir and shadows roll.
The wheel is thought, the road is mind,
Each new curve holds a truth to find.
No war to wage, no prize to claim -
Just wind and self becoming same.