Opposite an optimist on an outbound train.
He was looking forward, I was looking back.
It was I who heard the sound of the oncoming rain.
He had failed to notice that the sky was turning black.
�Look to the future..� he hollered at me
As one tunnel ended and another began.
�The past is passed. Just let it be.
Don�t dwell on defeats. Be positive man!�
The signal blushed and our train stayed stuck.
I cursed and I swore and I sighed like the dead.
He told me that there was no such thing as luck.
As we waited for green to leap from the red.
When our train was derailed, I wasn�t surprised.
As my head hit his face with a sickening glee.
Though he was dead, I could read in his eyes
�This wasn�t supposed to happen to me�.�