Kudos to you fine people who ride the train of luxury. I am the one who pulls the plow below. I build the train you ride, with all attempts that my only legacy is to pull my name up one chink on the double helix of life. Life goes on. My life goes on plowing away. When you have nothing to look forward to but the sight of your bed there is no meaning to life itself. Humanity waits to be saved. Am i being punished for not doing all the things i feel in my heart? Seems like it is harder to do then say. My world does not turn unless my plow is to the earth. Hurting the earth. I am just another reason this planet is polluted.