I have this friend,
She's obsessed with Opuss,
No matter what I do,
It's her one main focus.
She lives in story,
In poems and all,
It is like this great,
almighty wall.
A wall to work,
A one of distraction,
A one of life,
And all of its action.
I try to break through,
But it is no use,
She is lost in this place,
Her mind let loose.
No more a prison,
Under lock and key,
It's hard to describe,
This was always her plea - all she ever wanted
Was to be set free.
Dedicated to my bestie @heatheranne
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