Times Of Troubled Tomorrow

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