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.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....“The Santa Fe” *