The Countryside Road

You’re a narrow corridor of asphalt

Under architectural aches of trees

Where falling leaves cover like a carpet

Along it a man walks so soaking wet

In diagonal raindrops and thunder

A barefooted man who seeks no shelter

Nightfall comes down slowly like a curtain

As flares of lightning reveal the passage

And the moon cannot be found in the sky

From high the road it can no longer spy

For the man who walks in torn up clothing

On the countryside road he is suffering