By the end of every tunnel
There is always light, they said
Missing a moment I realized
There were no light but a tired train
I watched the driver’s finger stuck out at me in terror

Holding my dear life
I leaped off the bridge amidst nearest bush.
Interrupted youth snorted grabbing his clothes
Stuck out his finger in fury
Alarmed his woman covered her chest with bony hands

I ran into the busy street
Tripped and missed the wheels of a cola truck
Withdrawing his head inside the cabin like a turtle
Driver held his finger stuck out for me
Till his truck disappeared from my eyes

In dismay I wondered how come "so often"?

Next time I didn’t make it
It was a boy so noble by looks
His bicycle ran over me
Rubbing his flat bottom he shot his eyes at me
Then sticking out his finger at me, he cursed and hurried away

Now, sticking out both middle fingers
Apparently meant for nobody in particular
I am melt in this crowd
Floating ahead agreeing
There is no light by the end of any tunnel