Poem in Noelle Holiday's POV (Chapter 5 weird route)

Architecture is meant to follow the blueprints Children are meant to follow the footprints Ever since she left, I have never really dealt With the choking way that I felt Because I am supposed to follow my path Getting good grades, craving my crush's wrath But ever since I had that "dream" Everything has split at the seam I felt more awake then than I do now Without snow in the air, I feel off somehow Without them, I feel like I'm strung up to hang Just doing what I'm supposed to, over and over again But they broke free I saw them acting differently But I'm the only one that wants to notice their changing I'm the only one who wants to start flying I'm supposed to be calm, patient, sweet and antsy But I need to know the salty taste of doing something crazy I can feel their pulse racing from their hands into mine But I won't let this escape me this time I'm blind as I walk, as are they And yet both of us so clearly see the way It's cold, colder than I thought it would be But it's not like freezing temperatures affect me I'll do as you speak, so long as it's what I tell you to say Because you'd make the wrong choice without me, okay? Your ring digs and splinters into my bleeding hand And my watch breaks in the water where you stand You just have to say that word to me Just hold my hands, and we'll both be free