Delusion

I'm walking, in this vague wasteland of my mind. Who I have encountered so far has been difficult to count. There is a deep silence as if you are walking in a cemetery. But if you wait too long where you are, you start to hear whispers. If you want to stop and rest, you start to hear screams. Everywhere greets you in fog. I don't have anything else that sounds so familiar but not so familiar. I don't know if I owe an apology to those who are trapped in this world of delusion, is there any reason for an exit now? All I know is that neither whispers nor screams nor silence is the remedy for my release from this delusion.