The Santa Fe
Always after the train leaves the depot do I arrive, at this stop!?
Realizing that I should have gotten on; the story of my life....
A constant and recurring theme these dreams ~
About a man who's existence is as a movie script within
An episode of the twilight zones, a leaf spinning in the wind
Upon a puppets string and I don't know but, it sometimes seems so....
The old adage that we are authors of our own fate; whom can say?!
Simplicity would seem fine amid this world if one could find
The answers to it all within a crystal ball; but no fortune cookies
Prophecies in astrology for those like me; you see....
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....“The Santa Fe” *
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