This poem is dedicated to everyone on Opuss. We are the tellers of tales to save others from life's little wails. Enjoy!
Sometimes I like to just do nothing,
It is in nothing that I will do everything,
I will see the future, present and past,
All things passing be they ordinary or not,
I will see and unpick,
As the ever complex simple knot,
Finding what I'm looking for,
Using them to see things others cannot,
I will make a story out of them,
To wake you from your dull slumber,
in your plain old silent cot,
I'm not the only one,
For thousands ponder under the golden sun,
Weaving tales and whispering in your sleeping ear,
We've only just begun
And our stories you will hear.
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