When the floor falls, let me with it
Sure, I'll go-
Step on the circles.
Did you see the circles? No?
Good, they're hideous.
Don't even look.

It's a rigid design,
Like everything else,
Of solid spheres
And pointed peaks
For triangles and squares.

The background?
Purple.
And worn.
Like the people who step
And tremble
And stomp.

Oh, me?
I'm just walkin'
Along my merry way.
Yes, I did have a horrible day.
Yes, these floors do creak.
No, I don't want a smile
From you or anyone else.

So, yes, I'll break the streak
Make that creak a crash
Only for a second, though,
Would it last.

Pound, pound, pound I do
And love
With my feet.
Until I hear a pop and
There I drop.

What's that, you ask?
I didn't hear,
I'm below the surface of ears
And eyes and lights and
Yes, your voice,
Your voice that asks again.

What was it that you said?
Shout louder, I say,
Shout Loud
And bury myself deep within
The purple rags and dusty boards
When this one reaches far,
"Hi! How are you?