I'm a Narnian, amongst the cardigans.
your material deposits, in the closet.
I liked it there, it's hard to explain, I can't complain,
for the people I met along the way, I could have stayed.
But my mind, alive with thoughts, of what I ought to say.
my wooden fort, uninvadeable, inescapeable.
I had to leave, it was hard to believe.
It wasn't clear, took almost a year, floods of tears.
Now I'm here.
A former Narnian, no more cardigains.
Out of the closet