Wild Horses

I can see the nothingness
I can recognize the void
I can hear the echo of
emptiness I used to avoid
I can feel the chill
pertaining to no happiness
wild horses make more tremble
on open plains out in the west.

I can make the conclusion
that nothing will make me stay
take my fingerprints and picture
and you can say I'm running away
but I don't like holes in life
you're giant, growing to interfere
silently with the direction I steer
but wild horses couldn't keep me here

for I have no want or will
for the desperate, aching chill,
for you,
a beautiful stallion still.