Tomorrows steps

today upon an endless trail that seems endless going straightly on though there are traps hidden upon into which I stumble every one and nights do fall with fearful dread of dreams that tear it into shreds visions of that which I do fear and that which I cannot understand awaken I in deep of night fearing that which I cannot recall shadows flowing whispering words of things known within the night light of day brings nothing new and all colors muted gray and before me nothing lies in the dawning of morning light just continuing going on footsteps endlessly as before no other paths on which to turn allowing me from this one to flee I do long of other lands and of castles that might be that somehow tomorrow might be a place that I might find flights of fancy I do have and dreams of what yet might be that somehow I might find upon a tomorrow that never is