Do I cross, or do I cower

[Verse 1]
I stride the rim where sky and stone entwine,
My footsteps echo, infinite, entwined lines.
Hurdy gurdy harmonies haunting the sand,
As surges of salt-wind wrestle my hand.
I have heard the hymn of hollows, humming low,
Each breath a burden, each moment, let go—
Is every distance disaster disguised in design?

[Pre-Chorus]
Murmurs mutter in mythic spirals, calling my dare,
Can I bear what waits—or will will unspool in air?

[Chorus]
Do I cross, or do I cower at the threshold, trembling?
Which vision is victory, which voyage devouring?
(Ohhhh—)
Is this far horizon a promise, or a warning?

[Verse 2]
Steps syncopate in shifting sediment, slipping back,
Circular motion, patterns in the pack.
Gears grind beneath a vaulted vacuum blue,
While voices volley verses I never knew.
My marrow marvels, caught between fear and thrill,
Fathoming the far-off with faltering will—
Why do I spiral out, why does the center stand still?

[Pre-Chorus]
Winds whisper in wildering swells, scorching and strange,
Is the answer arrival, or endless exchange?

[Chorus]
Do I cross, or do I cower at the threshold, trembling?
Which vision is victory, which voyage devouring?
(Ah—ah—ahhhh)
Is this far horizon a promise, or a warning?

[Solo: Hurdy Gurdy & Guitars]

[Bridge]
I bellow below battered banners, voice breaking open air—
The border blurs, backwards and beyond, will I ever arrive there?
Alliteration avalanches as I assemble courage anew,
(Ohhh—oh—)
Is the far horizon folding me forward, or rendering me askew?

[Chorus]
Do I cross, or do I cower at the threshold, trembling?
Which vision is victory, which voyage devouring?
(Is the far horizon, far horizon—what is it showing me?)
Is this far horizon a promise, or a warning?

[Outro]
(Ohhh—ahhhh—)
Does the line dissolve, or am I already through?