Transit - Okta Logue

You take it for granted that things are

The way they seem

And from the first glance you’re aware

Of what is real

All the letters tell a story about a

Content you can’t see

Take a closer

Look at the way

You do perceive

And you’re holding on to things

That you have done

But who are you

When all your work is gone?

And you’re acting like you’re

Always on the run

But you’re a buried seed

That has never seen the sun

Take that for granted:

If there’s one thing that is real

It’s the moon shine

It’s this velvet tender fell

It’s the wind that slowly carries

Colored autumn leaves

Well this is waiting for the ones

Who do perceive

And you’re holding on to things

That you have done

But where are you

When all your work is done?

And you’re acting like you’re

Always on the run

But linger on

And try to see the sun

The wind blows through

The meadows and the sun

Is waiting for the ones

Who’d like to come

And even if you’re

Always on the run

Linger on

And try to see the sun