The High Side of Low

This floor isn’t comfortable.
None of them ever are.
But there I always am, down on the ground.
Sitting.
Laying.
Waiting.
Thinking.
Sleeping.
Sometimes I think about getting up.
But I’m not sure I know what’s going on up there anymore.
I don’t think I know folks the way I used to.
So, I’ll probably just stay parked here on this dirt.
Right where I’m comfortable.
I know I can’t get any lower.
I’m just glad I’m not face down.