walkin' along the road
with my merry head full
so easy to see a sight
that takes my breath away,
who thought of doing that
and where did they get the
skills to accomplish it from?
ever circling mysteries
of speculation burrow into
the ground till hittin’
foundations of structures that
lived, breathed an' reached
to the sky so many years ago
it is difficult to appreciate
to fully understand the dawns
those people must have seen when
it was a fine day and the flags
were flyin' sweetly in the air
is now simply impossible,
their expectations that for some
transformed into expeditions
contemplations of navigation
the mighty risks of sailing out
upon great seas and not returnin’
were born into brave crews
from this city place and time,
half tasting their elevation
in the shadows I now walk
- from London Works
