slow controlled descent
soft smooth landing carefully maneuvered
confident
without the imperfect adjustments
strange awkward precision of an auto-piloted flight
maybe I could
I walk awhile before I sleep, count the secrets that I keep. I hope for more, I know for sure I fall apart before I weep. I disconnect the telephone 'cause I can choose to be alone. I'll get more done, I'll have some fun, pretend you're not the only one.