freedom

i'm asking for a box,
for guardrails for myself.
keeping me inside, safe
my soul - held back by locks.

in a world where everyone aches for freedom
i fear what's mine.
without control i'm floating around,
while everyone seems to know how to live
i'm busy figuring out who i am.

my world haunts me,
everything is mine but i don't know how to use it.
my world haunts me, makes me delusional - because freedom, i found,
is just as depressing as being held down
if you don't know what you want to be.