Gosh! Would it kill me to breathe?
I've prayed countlessly, but that's excessive weight on my knees.
I did something wrong, I just know it!
All this talk of success, and I can't even show it...
It's out of my hands, there's nothing to do.
It seems stress has made me a shrew:
I'm analyzing outcomes with an empty stomach and a sick head.
It's ridiculous to know how much I'd rather be dead.
Still, I can't just not continue.
Not when aware of my potential - my possibilities.
I don't know what I'm getting myself into.
Regardless, that changes nothing, considering my tantalizing dreams.
It's human for me to think in doubt and discouragement:
"I might not."
"I probably can't."
"What if I ruin this?"
Except "I might can" strengthens me to continue.
"I probably will" helps me take risks.
And "What if I establish this?" brings more motivation than strategies ever will.
