Times Of Troubled Tomorrow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Times of troubled tomorrow
In all this yearning on
That will become or borrow
Through nomadic autobahn
Holding back on its sight
To travelers of the day
What’s then wrong or right?
If that will go either way

Times of ahead in space
Days in bygone showing
Too many turning ways
If nobody is there going
Holding on to and find
Where you can travel to
Spots of corners are blind
Nothing to hit upon or do

Times of the disturbed day
What will secure it now?
Each in its numerous lay
To threads of vague disallow
Times are closing streets
Falling and following days
Falter in its balanced beats
In too many turning ways