Everything and nothing all at once
The floor supports this paper
The paper supports this pen
This pen supports my hand
My hand supports my thoughts

The floor supports everything
It catches us when we fall
We should love the floor without fear
Even though it's hard... it doesn't mean to be, I swear
We should understand that
the floor will always be there
If we fall through, there will be another ground

Even if it is far away
and if our breath is caught with the fall
we were still supported, just a little too late
The ground just wanted to be there
and it was.

We take it for granted
It doesn't mean to hurt us
It's always there.

The floor and I play the trust game.