is the dream collapsing in Yuma? May 8, 2016September 12, 2017 by My Walkabout 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