Some people
Are made of glass
Fragile beings
Easy to break
Leaving a shard field
After having fallen
Hurting everyone approaching

Some people
Are made of plasticine
Never ready
Easy to model
Unable to break
Always looking different
Difficult to remember.

Some people
Are made of gold
At all times worshiped
Steadily cleaned
Shining beauties
Unable to break
But hard to find.

And some people
Are made of stone
Constantly - without cease -
Shaped by their environment
Never staying the same
Their essence, however
Never changes.


Those are the people
I really trust in.