lucky star

As I start to count all my unlucky stars
I begin to realize there are too many
they must be multiplying
like rats in the city
everything has gone wrong
88 was the year it started
05 will be the year it ends
standing on the railroad tracks
listening to the whistle
of the speeding locomotive
I whisper my prayers
to those who would listen
to whom it may concern
I look up to see the locomotive
speeding toward my only ending
then I thank my 1 lucky star
for the gift of life
that I will be returning to you
I clench my trembling hands
I close my eyes scared as hell
I open them seconds later
only to see that I am still alive
and the locomotive sitting 2 feet away
I then again thank my 1
and my only lucky star