Friday night air, fusty with frisky pheromones,
A pandemic fever advances city wide.
Trapped alone in a darkened mind,
A deep shadow invades her face,
An innocent tortured by
The tour opens on our stage, our terrain.
Each fresh scene to inspire the one who leads
I have stood too many hours, right here,
Weighing up reasons against and for
An action that you
Won’t someone tell them its 4am?
I’m woken again by the sound of them.
They perch on the wall
Sitting alone watching the tube trains roll
Up to the bustling platform, It arrives.