Don't you think people are like clouds?
Some try to float together with the crowd,
while some others float independently.
But there is always this special group of clouds,
that try to be something people don't label them as,
and when they achieve their dreams,
to shape into something special,
they bring smiles to our faces.
In the vastness of the sky, I am just that one cloud.
That one cloud trying to be different.
Trying to be my own shape.
Trying to drift away from the clutter of this world.
Trying to find my place in the sky.
And once I find my place, somewhere, someday,
Maybe then I can be who I am.
And despite being the shape I am,
I will feel special.