LIKE A WARDROBE

I was wondering why

I keep thinking

of all these troubles eyes,

It makes me hide.

I am hiding.

It’s like a wardrobe

Hiding and it is clean,

Free of the mess, but no,

It isn’t always as clean as it seams,

My feelings tell me so.

It’s like a wardrobe, that has got to be clean,

But it’s impossible if you’re in it,

Well, I need to get out and follow my dream,

It has got to hit my lip.

//:It’s like a wardrobe://