The Treachery of Images

This is not a pipe
But it is a picture

This is a sentence 
But it is not the writer 

This is a path
But it cannot be walked

This is a street
And this is a bus
And this is a passenger
And this is the driver
And the doors open
And the story ends
The bus pulls away from the curb
The black rubber tires press down
The asphalt pushes back
 
This is not an account 
Of events
As they actually happened

But it is a sense of things
As they are 
As they were
As you used to be