Photo Credit: Barby Dalbosco In the cloudy haze of the evening, I see nature in its finest form, Molding itself one day at a time, A hidden sculpture, seldom seen Away from the ticking city life, I ask myself, would I be happy, Living in the hills, Among the clouds, With trees around, a simpler lifestyle I realise, though I enjoy the break, I yearn for the high pace, One filled with more than one needs, Dive into situations with just confidence Hungry to wage verbal wars, To quench my thirst of knowledge, To understand different opinions, Or simply to know my girth Thrust forward with everything I have, Against everything this world has to offer, Explore nomadically in varied avenues, To find my name in this rage we call world.