What if it's enough of battles to be fought, before you refused to pause.

Destinations fade, when the destiny changes...

Narration won't sign you off some stories, But the silence will...

Head on those journeys again, And you lose what's there on board.

The oxygen needs more of you, than you need it to be alive.

It occurs to be the faded moon, Which breaks all the beliefs sometimes.

Certainty kills possibility, So does the fear of it.

The end will suffice your story, So keep your presence alive.

You've to deal, feel and cherish the journeys, All at once.