Grey cylinder standing strong
Supporting up the ceiling wall
Firm and upright built with might
Making sure that it won't fall.
Gravity's center lies on it
Yet it does not budge
Even when it suffer a hit
There's no difference than a touch.
Just what we need to hold our lives
Without cluttering our mind
Removing it is like playing dice
No control of any kind
Some hug it, lean on it, stare at it in awe
It's existence is our cure
For all the troubles we may have
This pillar will hold them all.