Bruises on both my knees...

There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others, but none of us escape its alluring call. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or stumble upon it in foreign waters. But when it does find us, if we're lucky we're Odysseus tied up to the ship's mast, hearing the song with perfect clarity, but ferried to safety by a crew whose ears have been plugged with beeswax. If we're not lucky at all, we're another sort of sailor stepping off the deck to drown in the sea.