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.

I can be smoked, I’ll make you feel pretty funny. Calling the kettle black is my MO, honey! I’m used in the kitchen too, to help prepare what you eat. Stir and keep watch, while I sit over the open heat.

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

A bow, a knot, a draw, I could be more than just these three. I can keep things up or down, With a twist first for security. If you cut me more than once, I will forever leave your sight. I'll appear before a fighter, But no one will win the fight. for TrulyRambunctious