This is my house
I will not dust and tidy it up
Nor shall I leave weary lamps lit for someones’ chance stopping in
The paint is cracked and worn, but time will do that; it is natural
I will not apologize if it does not fit in, does not function to your
standards or if the appearance is lacking “happiness”
It is filled with all sorts odd things that you will not approve of
Things that will surely offend, petrify, terrorize and most certainly chip
away at your sensible, civilized ego
But it is also filled with wonders from all the ages
Things that human beings have desired from their birth of consciousness
Stories that will inspire, swoon and swell a forgotten heart
Caverns of darkness and unexplored fathoms of time and space
You are always welcome here, my dear friend
But just remember one thing;
This is my house