Places to go with a brief stay,
unbound dreams yet to be.
This is death; wasting it on life,
through what lost eyes can see.
Notice the acquaintance,
following this way it seems.
As the mirage laughs insidiously,
disappearing still when confronted.
All dissimulated the same.
While some remaining nameless,
are yielding to the awkward
discomfit of the destruction.
With no reason seen but the true identity.
Bernardo Medina Photography