And it's as if, without a plan

And it's as if, without a plan
I'll head in to the pro mist land
Unawares of what may come
and still less which path I took

They say there's danger, and I know
that I can handle any blow,
and that while I may win some
more than once I have been shook

Yet this invisible path I seek,
I turn to with a pull'n taught cheek
that grins and sounds a humble hum
and leads me where I may not look.