Wild horses, I wanna be like you.
Throw cautions in the air,
I wanna run with you.
Wild horses.

The consequences.
It surrounds me like a fence, I wanna break free. I want to feel the air in my hair. I want to move, to run free, to be thought-less.
But I can't. Because I screwed it up. Now worry plagues my heart, my mind and my whole entity. Afflicted, very much afflicted.
I can't even read in peace. My mind drifts, towards my possible rejection letter, yet again. Towards my lack of conviction to believe, towards my personal setback. Towards that hole again.
Once again.

It haunts me, constantly reminding me that I did bad this time. I really did. And I can't bloody stop worrying.
It isn't plainly for myself, You know that.
You know that.

I can't last too long like this. It hurts my sanity.
What ever's left.

Oh please, grant me strength.

Wild horses, I wanna run with you.