Landings

Knowing not where to
Land
Not the same as being
Lost
I thought you were waiting for
Me
But grew tired of my blackening
Ways
We all grow older, And still our clock
Moves
Youth, a plane from which we are forever
Banned
But the lines of our age, they speak our
Songs
The truths of our pasts may linger
But
The lies, they die in the sand
Now
Is a good time to look
Forth
Where we can safely
Fall