In his rear-view mirror
he sees a stranger
on common land
The drenched figure he passed
with outstretched hand
He could\'ve sworn he looked familiar
in his helpless demeanor
but names do not matter anymore
much less origins much less creed
Doubt is the only certainty
and mistrust the new law,
whispers indifference
as showers fall pots and pans
and the shorter he becomes
the stranger he seems
as the distance spans
He could be a killer or hijacker
says the wipers and windshield
over the low radio chatter
to the peeking side mirror
back over the growing distance
into the gaping detachment
like the stranger\'s disappearance
separating man from himself
Trust is a cursed well
whence the dead last drank
and just as they once were brothers
so strangers they become
and live each other by
It\'s a new day on common land
It\'s a new world