Answer:
What loses its head every morning only to get it back every night?
Something we eat, and misspell as meet.
I can be as thin as a picture frame but my insides have many things you can see.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly pastΝΎ For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
Angels and pilots earn these.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.