People

People aren't homes
They were ever-flowing rivers
Fast and alive beneath the sun
Over, you would float with glee
Happy and content 
For a moment to be

People don't hold hearts
They provide temporary comfort
A harbor in a storm
Just to disappear 
Along the brightest days

People you shouldn't trust
Eyes filled with lust 
Weapons for arms
Anger for mind
No room for love
Or for kind

People surround do
Still and intelligent 
About the things that never mattered
Confine urself away
Quiet and distant
People, people go away