dreams…

used to walk along railroad tracks when I was a kid…right in the middle of ’em…no fear…just walked…like I had a purpose…see where they led to…see where I’d wind up…

would hike under overhanging trees…pure green in the Summer time…golds and reds in the Fall…counted railroad ties as I kept goin’…get up to a hundred and quit…kept on walking…talkin’ to myself the whole time…singin’ songs I’d heard on A.M. radio…old songs from when my daddy was a kid…Chubby Checker…Fats Domino…some Buddy Holly…no one was ’round to hear me…no one was ever ’round to hear me…

always got as far as the other side of town…end up on some back road where I’d take a look ’round and start headin’ back…headin’ back to supper and chores…a night time bath…handmedown pajamas…and dreams…dreams of takin’ that railroad track as far as it’d go…out to California…or maybe New York City…somewhere…

dreams never come true…they never come true…

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