Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
Iím sitting in a nameless terminal awaiting the boarding call.
Iíve been so many places like this I feel Iíve seen them all.
Though thereís been many destinations, every oneís the same,
Different cities, different dates, but nothing else has changed.
For it isnít home that awaits me half the time I fly,
It is somewhere else Iím going and thatís the reason why...
The destinations have different names when they are announced,
But the name for Hell is irrelevant whenever Iím outbound.
Waiting at home is the love I found when Iíd lost control,
But leagues are now between us, and fathoms have claimed my soul.
For though my flight is soaring, my heartís back on the ground,
And my spiritís even deeper when I find that I'm outbound.
The winged flight that carries me too quickly far away,
Deprives me of her loving sighs throughout these lonely days.
The ticking of the clock is a forlorn mocking sound,
Heralding another lonely night whenever Iím outbound.
Traveling for some is an adventure wherever they choose to go,
But the only place I want to be is in her arms at home.
Each trip takes me from the woman Iíve built my world around.
My return ETA is eternity whenever Iím outbound.
At last my task is drawing closed and my work is nearly done.
Soon my spirit will be lifted high as I make my homeward run.
And for a brief respite youíll know where I can be found,
On parole from the Hell I'll know as my next outbound.
[This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 08-07-99).]