What lies ahead in time and space?
Where shall I be tomorrow?
I'm counting minuets, hours, days,
Resolving up all my sorrow.
Trying to make words to a tune,
Restless going through an agony.
Like the darker side of the moon,
Revealing all inside of me.
Broken chains and bending ways,
A future you cannot borrow.
Queen of hearts becomes of spades,
What will she be wearing tomorrow?
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/11-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
