26 December 2012
Her sheets were her sails,
her bed was her boat,
her blankets made the seven seas.
She decided to dream,
and learned she could float.
Her dreams had given her the keys.
She unlocked the door to Nowhere,
she created a world of her own.
And now she's awake,
but she's feeling fake,
for she likes it better all alone.
The Boat • Opuss № I