Trudging along, a weary man feels the molten earth **** him in
and take the stress away from another footstep .
The soaking sun and broad horizon are the insurmountables
And its neither hot nor cold, on this mud road, just long.
Over peaks, troughs and snow and storm.
On rain through desert, on plain and thunder.
Anno dommini and after.
The shade from trees planted on the road and the fruit they bare.
Respite, but will be picked and rot.
And the earth will **** him in. One footstep at a time.