Laying in the darkness of the sweet night that married the ever secluded moon,
I look upon the ceiling that stands in some place before me,
I leave my eyes open to what seems to smite me all over,
But I fail to pay attention to the things roughly embracing my skin.
“What good comes from the ‘morrow?”
I asked the invisible ceiling.
“What future has the ‘morrow planned for me?”
I eagerly asked the ever muted wall that hung in the silence.
“What shall the ‘morrow bring?”
I question the body submerged in darkness.
It seemed the future was too good for a mortal like me to know…