I don't want to have it all I just want my eyes to see my fingertips to touch I don't really need that much I can look around at what there is and learn about this brave new world I touch the things I find around me am touched and seen by what surrounds me and as I see and touch I grow familiar with the things I find I give them names and grow attached I start to think of them as mine and then the sad day will come when I leave this place I've called my home and leave without those things I need and I wonder why it makes me sad but I don't dont really need that much my eyes to see my hands to touch I don't want to have it all its starange to grow attached to things I find across my path I absorb my things into my life and I feel pain when they are gone