to people at church who never talked to me before now (oh, it's so emooo)

I relied on pieces of things categorized in little boxes
to guide me.
they were mine.

Alphabetized
Compartmentalized
Concealed & Labeled.
All mine.

I’m not depressed now that those silly boxes are gone.
I’m just a little lost.

I don't need more labels about what I've become.
I don't need you to tell me my future.
I don't need you to spell it out for me.
Maybe you should try walking with me.