You are waiting, waiting for a train that will never come. Rest your head on the tracks, become undone. Time stands still, the walls rise and fold. You wait for clarity to be so bold. A town so empty lonely old. The edge of sanity, feels so cold. Share this:TweetEmailShare on TumblrMoreWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related a day in the lifealonearizonaroad tripTravelYuma By My WalkaboutMay 8, 2016Leave a Comment on is the dream collapsing in Yuma?