Ghost Walk Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I aim in dark to a sunny day,
I'll try to find there a rightful way;
But in all my aims I could not find,
Fore I walked roads so totally blind
And aimed in dark to a sunny day.

Where will this lead what I've found?
Why am I so to this stubborn bound?
To find no way from the moldering yore,
Just like I had walked here before,
Like this was short of another round.

Why do I aim to this sunny day?
When all is before so dark and gray
And what was I in my other, behind;
I need to know but where can I find,
So I aim in dark to a sunny day.