me

I sit. I go.
I drive, I walk, I talk, I see, I feel. 
I think.  I am.
I feel, I feel, I feel, I often feel too much.

I see, I see colors, I see light.
I see life all aound me.

I touch, I touch the textures of my world.
It's rough and smooth,
both hot and cold,
I hope to feel them many times,
each and every day
until I am old.

To feel the wind upon my skin,
breeze flowing thorugh my hair,
sunshine burning down upon my cheek
to live, to be
to live free
to be me