'film projector ethics'

i once knew man
by the name of john bram,
who traveled up north for the season,
he froze in the cold,
and half lost his soul,
and by the spring headed south yelling treason.

there have been lots of men
i have made contact with,
while orbiting the sun on this vessel,
no space suit restrictions
or up nosed partitions,
to show me where i may roam.

i once did cross paths
with a mexican man,
who traveled up north for the season,
the last time i saw him
in a window shade coffin
,he was locked in his head with his reasons.

so i staked myself down
under open blue skies,
just to watch the reeds wave and planes fly,
i noticed they both
throw their own ghosts,
in white jet trail fumes and breezed rye.

i once came across,
a savior for cost,
who traveled up north for the season,
he found steel level heads,
for a hard work day's bliss,
to repair all his broken decisions.

so i rumbled right on,
through the next railway town,
to see if a change of backdrop would do,
it just all played over,
all the living room dramas,
that i had seen elsewhere two years before.

so someday i'll find my end,
if the loop keeps on spinning,
playing the same broken truths in my head.