Echo

I hear that echo...
Thoughts like these reverberate across the walls of my brain.
And yet, I do not allow them to stop.
Is this thought echoing inside my head the dreadful song of a siren that will ferry me down to the abyss?
I hear those words that cause me to tremble. I hear again and again. The more I hear, the more they seem less dangerous.
Is this thought echoing inside my head the dreadful song of a siren that will ferry me down to the abyss?
Is it just my imagination? Sea-sickness? But why on the land?
Do I travel without a plan? Or am I just wandering around? Am I lost? Or just in the right way?

"A good traveller has no fixed plan and has no intent on arriving..."

But why? To be surprised and marvelled as the paths unfold before me?
Let's hope so...

"I tied myself to the wheel
The wind talks to my sails not me...
Somewhere there'll be my fate revealed
I hear but how will I see?"