One turns around and find himself alone in an enormous forest made not of trees but of people, yet...

Where goes the traveler
after going around the world
searching for a something forever,
an Eldorado that's never found?

Where goes the flying pigeon
when its wings become too old
to hide inside postcard landscapes
without the image of winter's cold?

Where goes the withering flowers
when their life becomes all brown
and fading perfumes walked the winds
with a sense of beauty that got lost?

Where goes the rain that passed by
and didn't gave us a little drop,
concealing its round white pearls
inside a mother-of-pearl-cloud?

Where goes the ominous time
that just went and didn't stop,
are going to meet the younger ones
or will it come back to take the old?

Where goes bitter solitude when
separate ones becomes a two,
perhaps enshrouded by a kiss of love
or in a lie that becomes a truth?

Where goes everything?
the answer in the riddle will you find,
nothing ever came or even went, and,
you can't lose what you never had.