Our OwnOur Own
We seem to gain powers when we're together.
Powers of love, of happiness.
Powers of never letting the child inside die.
We may turn a high street store into our home
And talk personally about our feelings on its floor.
Or about the foods lying forgotten under its shelves.
The shop, the town, even the world
All become a place of play to us,
A place constantly adapted to fit our mood,
We marvel at the beauty of sparks from a train in the rain,
Or display the passion we feel for Marks & Spencers chocolate mini rolls.
Our laws become our own,
Our norms our own,