Aren't all small islands mythical beguiling
As soon as we see one we want
To go there is it the allure
Of an independent life separated
From the mainland where we feel
Only one out of so many group souls
While out there the forests and rivers
The secret beaches and radiant nights
Might return us to our original selves
The ego that owns an island
But not quite yet itself
The world invites us to be greedy
Foolish and vain or merely good
Itself an island still to be explored
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