The only one

Why shouldn’t I feel

the lust to be exceptional?


I don’t hold others down,

or even suppress creatures,

who feel their uniqueness too.


Do I have to apologise 

for wanting to make this 

this little time of me filled 

with all that it can contain?


I am distinct like all the 

sentient life that treads this 

rounded ancient floor.


There is no domination,

no sense of owing,

or control; there is just me,

the human who ever 

and always remains 

the only one.