Backing Down

There’s a way, a winding path,
And if you can’t walk,
If you can’t hop, roll, or crawl

That far, we can push you down.
You don’t know it, but you want
To go down, all the way down

To the bottom of the world
Made of mists and busyness.
You want to find the bottom.

We’re behind you. We’re waiting
For you. We’re eager
For you to arrive.

If you reach the end, you know
The end of knowing. Now, go.