Dreams show their intangibility;
The oppressor lights its morn.
Long have I known
Promises that vanish in the morning.

The steps I've known
Are the steps I've taken.
The steps of ago
Do trouble me.

For I look upon the coming path
And view my own steps:
The steps of days gone by,
The steps of the heart's affliction.

Upon a journey of burden,
There exists none other.
Though I yearn for the key,
I remain in shackles.