Special

 

I can do that

It's not that hard

You’re not so special after all

 

I can compose those

Words that prose so perfect

"Poe-ish" thoughts locked inside my mind

 

I can project precise notes

With a symphonic melody that brings hands together

Bach would forfeit fame to hear my tunes

 

I can finely brush that paint

Three breast and two eyes focused forward

Was Picasso really so brilliant?

 

I can imagine

Invite discover

The most amazing things

 

Because you see,

There is no one special,

Just like me.....