Life inevitable Leads us through, Time and Space, Be it, Good spirits with promise, Or heavy hearts amid renege, We all inherit, A reality getaway. No taxi fare or airplane ride, No feet, no hands, In this hidden sanctuary, This invention once conception, With dreamy capacity, And an enemy gravity, We frequent, In ghostly profile, This infinite space, Our silhouettes still sound. Ode to the past, To nowadays, And futurity, Our dreams, our realities, Visible or hidden, In this locale, We dub mind!
Jamie Gomez

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