On My Way

Sailing in the sky,
Wondering if I,
Can find a place to stay.
Or should I be, on my way.
A year or two ago,
I had a choice under me.
Land while the air is clear,
Or crash when I couldn't see.
Skimming the treetops of my mind,
Grazing each branch as I pass,
Feeling the rush of air,
One more hit and I won't care.