The train pulls into
the station and long faced people file out. Another day, just another day. On
the way home, the train rattles on and passes old buildings with broken out
windows, houses long ago abandoned and boarded up, dirty streets full of
unfulfilled promises. It is growing dark and the lights from the train passing
in the other direction flicker by. Oddly enough, the same train also passes by
beautiful rivers, majestic mountains, and forests full of joy. It all depends
on what side of the train you are sitting on.
