Recurring doubts

Visions of tomorrow
Deep in your marrow
Churning a yarn
Black and white.

Ghosts in the dawn
Of a widening frown
Searching the haystack
For an elusive respite.

Grease and grime
Tears and ticking time
Gears of the world,
Forever slowly grind.

Mirages in the night,
Awaken sordid dreams
With golden paths ahead
And gray clouds behind.

If I were to live
And live like you
Would I know happiness?
Will I know love?

Or do I tread
A lonesome path
And strive for the grail,
At the cost of a normal life?