To remain as Ocean with each droplet.

I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description

There was a castle,
On top of the island,
Hiding in the sky,
Riding on clouds,
Huge and heavy.

Pot on the gate,
With the note on a bough,
Calling all youth of the town,
To the gates of the Castle,
With the silence of whistle.

They heard without listening,
They went  without a walk,
They saw by never visualizing,
There the  paths were on the way,
And there a way's on the path.

Foots with friction,
Aiming eyes on fiction,
Lying on savanna
relying on the travel of time,
By the time that travels within.

They ran to the Castle,
Neither to reach nor to stop,
But to remain as themselves!
In the spiral of the multiverse,
To destine with destiny.

And the Castle chooses,
To be in that was,
Leaving heaven,
To be a drop in the Ocean,
And to remain as Ocean with each droplet.