I have all this patience, but not a song to sing
Flying through roaming clouds of mystery
I have all this latitude, but without longitude
I am destined to crash
Sadly, you will never know the severity

I travel all this way, but not for spoils or gold
Just the unknown and the hope of disillusionment
I have no control over bearings
Nor have I ever before today
My comfort rests in all things turbulent

I cast shadows on the ground, larger as I descend
My course has no hope of straightening
I carry no haste with me in this collapse
To endure this breaking fate
I just watch my birth and death intertwining