My closet

It is big and tall

Looking at it I feel so small

With two doors I open it wide

That dark and silent place is where I hide

Filled with hanging clothes

I get inside feeling like a boss

I bend my knees to start my dreams

Counting 1,2,3 and it now begins.

When I'm inside I feel free

Imagining things I wanted to be

I close my eyes and own the world

Playing with my imagination I feel happy and bold

I open my eyes and I slant to smile

Telling myself, I feel alive

That secret place where I used to be

My dear closet, that's where I want to be.