Two feet to dance,
to the rhythm in my soul.
Two arms to carry,
my cares away.
Two eyes to see,
the glimmering moon,
on the surface of a midnight lake.
Two ears to hear,
the rambling chaos of traffic in motion.
Two hands to touch,
the skies that slide silently by.
Two nostrils to smell,
flowers surrounding me on a warm summers’ day.
And but one mouth,
to verbalize the thoughts,
seeping from a mind surrounded by a thin round shell.