Everyone finds a castle sometime.
The castle looks so strong, it seems nothing will make it
fall.
The foundations are deep; the walls are high,
And the space inside is large enough to contain all that one
can imagine.

Some want to be a part of the castle forever after.
They join the masses protecting it with their lives,
Spend all their time reinforcing the walls, proud to be a
part of it.
After a while, it is hard to tell who they were before they
found their new home.

Others mock the believers: nothing is as strong as it
seems.
They walk among the castles by the side of the road,
Staying loyal to themselves only, never apart of any army.
Never risk losing a thing, they turn bitter by the lack of
purpose.

The rest feel threatened by the strength of the castle.
With haste they attack, digging under the foundations.
While one man can not bring down a mighty structure,
The accumulative effort leaves deadly wounds.

Every castle falls down eventually.
Time will consume the largest of stones.
Then the roof falls down on the heads of its children,
Who will forever wonder what has gone wrong.