When I walk without my feet   And focus instead on blades of grass   I'm finding faces in the trees   And breathing in the poetry   After long my feet return   Jealous, perhaps, or lonely without me   And I see I need them too   And we walk home      What scares me most of all is me   And still I want not to be scared   When I learn to walk through walls and swim in the air   I will be scared of me no longer      I asked the man what he wanted most   I guess he wanted most of all to know   And then he asked me what I wanted most   I answered, "This."      I asked the man what he wanted most   I guess he wanted most of all to know   And then he asked me what I wanted most   I answered, "This."      And every now and again   Though I sometimes fail to notice   Life sneaks up and kisses my cheek   And all I want is this