My silence is not my weakness
My thoughts are not my prison
I am free, free and young
Liberated only because I can choose

I choose to be okay
I choose to be wary of love
I choose to get out of my own labyrinth
I choose all the wrong things

The mere idea of not having a safe zone
The single thought of no gravity beneath
No net to fall down into
Feels liberating but yet isn't

Isn't because I am okay
I am wary of love
I am all the wrong things
****** back up by my own labyrinth.