Welcome, Mr. Creator
to my home
to the one place where I can speak freely
to the one place I can be me
The bed I sleep in is invisible
My mother is invisible
But you, Mr. Creator
You are not invisible
You are here with me right now
and it feels so good to greet you
Mr. Creator, I warn you
This place will **** your feelings away
and put them in writing
You'll get used to it
Take my hand
We will walk through the words,
Together.