Imagine

I dug until I found the small box I buried my imagination so long ago.
I picked the box up and looked around

Did I dare?
Did I dare to open something I had put away so long ago.

They said I was to old to have an imaginary friends and that I should get my head out of the clouds.
After all I was fourteen.

I looked around once more.
No one was around.

How would they know if I were to slip off to my own world.
Did I truly dare?

I looked around once more.
I looked at the box where all my fun had stayed dormant.

I dared I opened the box and stepped into a new world completely different from the one I just left.