How Come?

How come I feel things with my hand?
Like dirt, rocks, and sand?
How come I can touch,
So very much?

How come I can smell things with my nose?
I don't really know, I suppose.
Maybe it's because I just can.
For I only an one man.

How come I can hear things with my ear?
Like a very insightful deer.
Maybe it's to understand,
Or to hear a well-thought plan.

How come I can taste things with my mouth?
To understand foods inside and out?
To gather insight on my life,
Through every single bite?

How come I can see things with my eyes?
Tell me they aren't lies.
I don't know who I want to be,
Because I know I can only be me.

And yet, I have all of these,
But nobody to please.
How come I exist?
Or, am I only one with the mist?