Two things come together and become one, A partnership, a union, a combination, a bond, Some are for forever, til death do they part, Others are a project, and do not go beyond

The harder you run, the harder I am to keep. Name this automatic rhythm that you may briefly command.

I am laid out before you, yet I do not sleep. I carry your steps, and the secrets you keep. I can be tiled, polished, or carpeted soft, Always holding you up as you gaze up aloft.

One leaves tiny footprints. Another can’t wait to tell your secret. Neither tends to be a welcome visitor.

No need to scream from here that you were the first to solve this riddle. I mean, it’s a pretty easy liddle.