Tied to the rail road tracks
another soul is
struggling
in sight of the train
Breaking free
the soul rolls to the left
But the train follows
Off the track
Down the hill
The soul feels
the press of the engine
Then the voice
a red haired woman and a man
Maybe a ghost
call out
“You will
come back as a
second or third rate home builder”
Not the rebirth
the soul was expecting
in the life of dreams
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