A poem I'm making up as I type along.

If I get lost will you point me in your honest direction. Or will you wither and hold back for fear of me getting ahead. Can I slow down in hopes of walking beside you? Will you share with me truth's in what you speak? Or shalt I prefer we didn't speak at all. Is it safe to let you in? Or shall I create a Labyrinth around me. At last I have decided to throw my self into courage's fate, and not wither to the idea of being complete.