Waiting for...

I hear with my ears
I feel with my hands
I can hear the foot steps
creeping above me
I can feel the room shaking
beneath my feet
I don't want to trip
stumble or fall
So I sit waiting for help
As I sit I wait, thinking
pondering what I like to be
A cat or a bird
I no longer would like to be
a bat
Hearing with only ears
Touching with only hands
Smelling different aromas
Tasting unidentified objects
I'm still listening
waiting for extra eyes
I'm waiting
waiting
waiting for my eyes