All blames to be a positive note to self storage space for the change and I'll be something more.

I was always a stone made of soil,
Now it's burning and becoming stronger and more lifeless.
But want some life in me and then
be dead,
like papers.

Papers are still alive, after dying,
as inks spills and colors fall to it,
And it becomes a work of art.

Even in the kids infamous game of stones or papers, papers win over.
But scissors are haters, they can't do much if you don't let them eat your head.
What you can do maybe,take their sharp bites
and turn into collage
      of peace.

Reasonable sips we should take
Even the aftermath not going to last for long.
small steps toward the front
Began in the beginning of somewhere —
if you're lost
that doesn't mean you can't start
Anything is possible
If you took courage.
In some way we stay lost
In the horizon.
Skyrise to skyfall
Lost is pretty good beginning after all.

Words note:
Niruddesh - lost.