The cold hard floor
Is where all of us start
With no way up
We are lying in the dumps after all

Those of us who do manage
We get up, walk on
Brush the dust of our sleeves
Nursing our grazed hands, like a big cat licks it's wounds

Those who face life for the first time
Struggle to walk and stumble
Their feet go numb with every step
Because their legs, till now, were unused

Those who become used to the bottom
Take off their clothes and become naked
Again and again, showing an immaculate frame
Full of cuts and bruises because they are in love
With themselves