The unburdened heart unfettered by impractical aspirations exists,
As the contented individual does stand.
We search for that which makes our hearts sing,
Chasing our dreams on them eagle wings.
I am, I exist.

The wanderers all must roam,
Through the undulating valleys and upscale hills.
Harmony within, sought from down deep,
Sins of which the shadows we chase.

A tyrannous, licentious being who profligates in a debauched lifestyle.
A Heaven-sent angel who bestows upon eager hands.
Dichotomous realities hold dear happiness ransom.
Grab the bull by its horns!
Of the hunter and the hunted, the underdog will prevail.
The latter must prevail.

It is solely within the realm of their dreams,
That individuals can experience genuine freedom.
Dream so far that Usain can’t keep up.
Touch so many hearts that Mother Teresa beams.
So go forth trooper –
Speak this vision of global amity into being.

In the end happiness is found –
In change, in revolutions begun.
In peace, in détentes shared.
In love, in memories we hold dear.

The air was rank, the earth hardened.
I am humbled.
How will the sophisticated men contend with the embodiment of purity?

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: What is happiness? What is altruism? The dichotomy of the world is presented here, in its raw form.