The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling,
Unburdened above - it looked so damn appealing!
Never stepped on or bothered, just observing it all,
"So smug, and superior, making me feel so small".
What the floor didn't realize, and would never have guessed,
Was that the ceiling, it thought that the floor had it best.
Getting stepped on, acknowledged, (and constantly washed),
"I am merely observing, but the floor - it is touched".