With my head in the clouds,
I realize life is transient,

Every moment is brief,
Every action is momentary.

Life is constantly evolving around you,
It is impossible and naive,

To wish for things to remain the same,
Wish for something new,

For experiences that leave you dazzled,
And make you feel alive.

Look at the clouds and the stars.
For what is real and what isn’t,

Especially for what you don’t believe to be real.
If you can find that,

Then you will find what is real.
I am alive.

The horizon has no end,
Find the mountains made of clouds.