Cynthia_Morris Posted February 7, 2013 I am here, but where is here? Here is never permanent, but merely temporary, until the next train comes. Where it will go, I do not know, but still I go. Although I know they shall throw,such a hobo as I, from the train, still I rise to be, Transient Being. Always shall I move on, because I am no permanence.... It's not done yet. I was wondering if someone could give me some ideas for more. Its based on the Great Depression.