All Right

Losing my aim losing time
And after
Ten in the morning I find
It matters
But it’s all right this time
Pulls from the tether to rise
And shatters
Caught in the wind far and wide
It scatters
If I hear the call
Of the lorelei
No I will not fall
It’s all right this time
Never patterns
But for the loss of things
Gaining
Catching up with me
And these ladders
Rising and endlessly