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.