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Many thoughts. Many plans. Many options. Many doubts. Many words. Many books. Many series. Many films. Many possibilities. Many goals. Many on-holds. Many unstarted. Many unfinished. Many people. Many smiles. Many hugs. Little space. Many hours. Little time. Many mirrors. Many lives. Many reasons. Many paths. I don't want to stop. But I don't want to run. I want to go. But I don't wanna say bye. I don't wanna hear questions. I don't wanna answer. I just want to go. And finally... find myself. Even today, I live moderately I walk in pace, moderately wearing down The sun suffocates me And the world strips me naked I can't help it, there's no other way I collect myself that's shattered beneath the moonlight I call you moonchild We are the children of the moon I breathe the cold night air Yes we're livin' and dyin' At the same time