You can’t build a paradise
Out of a person.

You can drift ashore,
Intrigued by your new surroundings,
Inspired by your new world.

You can make the most
Out of the people you love,
But you can’t create
A getaway.

Remember where home is.
Remember that this island
Will drown when the tide comes in.
The fortress you attempted to build
Will disintegrate
And when it falls apart,
You will drown,
Believing you should have
Inhabited it.

You can’t build a paradise
Out of a person.
You are the walls of your heaven.
You are the foundation.
You are the temple.

People are just visitors;
Castaways.

People are just people.