Construction

Because we have the same style of shoe
And share the platform for thirty seconds
Some mornings
I have constructed an elaborate future
Of endless joy spent together
All of which could come crumbling down
If we were ever to mutter a word to each other

Not So Special

Do you remember the day when you realised
You weren't so special after all?

The centre of the Universe
Cruelly whipped away
Into regions unknown

Never to fully recover
The chase of that invisible radar
Is your secret purpose

I am special, I am special.

You're not though, are you?