Not having pulled away from the Station, But still I am outbound- <br />I am at all times outbound- <br />When I grovel under my overhang, <br />The rocks above are black then white, <br />Very unstable, <br />So I have to leave my home again, forever; <br />And never do I know where to roam, <br />To find stability <br />In the world. <br />It doesn't exist, <br />For one thing. <br />Because something ominous will Hang forever its head, <br />And from there I must be outbound again<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outbound/
