Passing by a place where many come, and go to.
Where all that is seen is wire.
The other side is barely visible.
One can barely see another person standing,
But even then, the  sun is still out.
The sky is still blue, and is filled with clouds.
For many this could very well be the storm of their day.
Having to see such a place once, is enough for many.
But for others it's the place they roam around almost every day.
To see their loved ones on the other side of odd looking wired fence.
For others it's simply just another place that exists, and that is there to stay.