A Prelude To Pilgrim Street

As the skies roll on above you

The walls are overcast

They lose their friendly shadows

And look beyond themselves at last

Through greasy streets, starved of sun

Accepting the following queues

Searching for companion

Counter-pointed to the fugue

And they wait there for a reaction

As the mist curls round the doors

They're trying to bring attention to

What was always there before

If they needed a reminder

As their eyes glaze unimpressed

That if nobody sees the worst

A prelude is good enough