“Organic wastes straight to a futile rubbish dump
Memorial vestiges bound to be forgotten
Topics,conversations,drifted away in a Swift bump
Impossible to regain with no external interest begotten.
All in its measure has its own destine designed,
Even a human being can cover its intricate fears,
Infinite elements gauged with obvious sign.
This whereabouts can be figured out
‘Cause it’s more accesible to our cognition
Yet what about Love wasted,bound to perdition
Does anybody know where it can leak out?”
*Poem translated from another own creation in Spanish named as “¿Hacia donde?”*