The journey’s confusing, we’re fine being lost in transit

Luggage is carried by faithful memory, no need to panic

We pay, with time, to remain fixed to our seats

Bolted to land to which there are named streets

We aren’t drivers of life’s engine

It goes on long after our ending

Transit, it’s the only thing we know

Before and after, that mystery will not go

Transiting on this port, the body patiently grows

The mind is impatient, and it knows

We give into believing, not becoming

It’s hard work to overcome all shortcoming

Everyone holds a ticket, no one knows to where

Only those without ambition will care to dare

About this moment, it has never been in transit

We wouldn’t know, we’ve taken the mind’s gambit