It All Becomes Found Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Convincing in the world it inhabits,
Yet this place is rarely visited by anyone,
So who is to know?
There are simply destination that are temporary undiscovered,
But eventually it all becomes found
Even those areas teeming with population remain static,
Unless the stakes are raised, then it feels different
Certain places tend to engineer their own failure due to too much volume,
While others wait for their art gallery in the cornfields,
Anxious to be appreciated