Enclosed. Never me.

I do not have a closet.

I have a clause set.

I set clauses because closets can be clogging-up our process.

Or our progress can be compromised by counter claims and crosses.

No need for closets, only secret Santa clauses,

Be free and just be, never shut-in your prowess.

Dreams may end up with mothballs and cobwebs,

And ourselves made to hang in old suits in closets.

I cannot be hid in closets.

I am spotting hidden clauses.

I will never hide my gains,

Just to not remind your losses.

Burning everybody’s closets.