Tourists In Transit. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Tourists in Transit
Death doesn't scare us—
not like the thought that nothing, no one,
can save us from it.
We are only tourists on this strange trip called life,
pausing at countless stations,
never meant to stay.
And death—
that's the final stop.

We are born to unknown memories,
and we die holding safe and comforting ones.
All we carry with us
is the knowing we were loved,
and the hope that someone
keeps our name in their thoughts,
long after we've gone.

There's so much to say—
but so little time.
Life is a ticking clock,
each second another step
toward that final, silent appointment.