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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem