We're losing & Here

We're losing

We die a little with every sunset and moons appearance.
Time gets in the way of life, it's running inference.
Aging is pathed to lead us to our ending going forward.
Pre-direction doomed us no mention of the end we head towards.
After past the line of death the seconds are still ticking.
Fading fast the thoughts of past nothing's sticking.
Our stories set for life from the start, from our beginning.
Pointless notions of forever when time is always winning.

Here

Come to me my darling dear and tell me what to hear,
of course I will listen to every word you put in my ear.
I'll follow when you lose your path and jerk the wheel you steer,
as you speak your words expressed clearly to be so clear.
For those softened words you shyly speak with your fear,
come close to me and tell me everything next to me here.