is the dream collapsing in Yuma?

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.
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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?